These last few months, I have been on edge. The year came with a sense of bigness that was drowning. I do not have the “new year syndrome” (I stopped making new year resolutions in was it 2014?), but I had an increased awareness with the ending of January that I ought to be … More Contrary Truths
What happens, Ma when the way home is through sand dunes? Do I pitch tents and make home where strength fails or do I dance with the sands And change with the plans? Do I make my monuments and trust the wind’s promise to immortalise them or do I keep my words till there’s … More Loose Sands
I have spent 3 hours denouncing my calling on a paper, preparing to present it to you While I mounted this poduim, this my manifesto of a new realization of what would work for this nation only I rule, its new direction my documents flew So now, extempore, here it is: Ironic happenings sometimes … More Jumpstarters and Sustain-pedals
let’s cook gourmet and one-ladle it out to the centre of 10-inch wide white china and sprinkle over it, with what kind of deliberate carelessness, whatever sauce in striking colour- black or red or yellow, even green indulge in this food, you can understand the poetry on your tongue when you’ve learnt to mention … More gourmet.
how did i come to live by calendared days and clocked times? this faulted illusion of my eternal being. –SBM.
this was the night I laid me flat on my back for the first time, and felt my soul enter into me, summoned by the cracking laughter of the bones in my back. I found me warm, bloody moist and not dead. –SBM.
Too much premium has been placed on our silence by them who we look to for guidance so that even when our necks are caught in their staff, their stranglehold, and bloodlessly, our lives ebb away, we do not speak up against this shit We have become goats taught to believe that our bleats are … More Wanted: SCAPEGOAT!