YOUR BODY TOO IS A HOME
Each morning, I eat the past with my breakfast and gulp my wishes with them. The more I chase them, the more they grow thorns on the basement of my...
Each morning, I eat the past with my breakfast and gulp my wishes with them. The more I chase them, the more they grow thorns on the basement of my...
for B Our friendship is like a luminous energy from a spectrum of light. I paint you with crayon wax on the sky of my canvas. On some...
In another life, i will collect roses and daffodils from the garden whilst The sun offers me my shadow as a Pregnant woman. The edge of my wrapper will shelter...
a heart that mirrors the past is never present. this house recedes into a shadow. walls soak up groanings. my father’s portrait, an embroidery of bruised women. i am one...
this poem premieres linguistic prizefighting / at the commonwealth games. referee’s opener: like this contest, life is a labyrinth; you, minotaur; this match, jigsaw/sudoku—the more gordian; present puzzle piece, schadenfreude....
I give you thanks my God for having created me black For having made of me The total of all sorrows, and set upon my head 5 the World. I...
Coming and going these several seasons, Do stay out on the baobab tree, Follow where you please your kindred spirits If indoors is not enough for you. True, it leaks...
In vain your bangles cast Charmed circles at my feet; I am Abiku, calling for the first And the repeated time. Must I weep for goats and cowries For palm...
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