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  • A living canvass

    A soothing song sat softly on her mind all day and wouldn’t leave, like the way her story was trapped in that old dress and wouldn’t fade. The moving notes guided her fingers groping the margins of her heart for the right words to describe what that dress had come to symbolize for her. Although…

  • Travel and C

    Travel and see We’ve travelled and we’ve seen That stories of love and of heart breaks Are respecters of no race Travel and see We’ve travelled and we’ve seen What we took for granted Back home Travel and see We’ve travelled and we’ve seen That lands falling behind us as we traveled Were not just…

  • Aching for a walk

    It’s a hazy Friday afternoon End of a long fasting and prayer Under mango trees in the bush Hurrying home ahead of my parents To break my fast before my fast breaks me Having filled my belly, my legs ache for a walk In the stretches of vast Savannah grasslands I stroll in the woods,…

  • Footprints in harmattan winds

    Trees, yawning in drought Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing Their once wet barks Branded with scars from sharp gun rays As they stare down At footprints of families gone farming Fading in harmattan winds

  • staring straight at a new dawn

    Was growing up into a great donkey A sweet donkey everyone sat on And decided which direction it should go Walking miles in heat and discomfort Swallowing my complaints, careful to not spit them on gold diggers Didn’t even know I’ve got places of my own to go Finally found my path rather late Finally…

  • Time passes by

    Was watching an old movie A song of the good old days was playing Slowly, softly, in a bar As everyone danced their hearts out Most of the actors and actresses are dead The rest very very old Wondering if they could see today when they shall be no more Would they have danced more…

  • Tips for runners

    You will rise one day. And when you do, people will envy you. They won’t remember your sleepless nights, days of starvation, days you’ve been broke. All they will see, will be the comfort that seemed to have come to you so easily and how disadvantaged they are, to just sit and stare. Not all…

  • Machine hearts

    “I want to be a soldier!” It’s been his song since childhood Inspired by Batman And the other guy who gums and ‘degums’ himself from buildings to save a girl in danger Little did he know that soldiers wear uniforms Much larger than the passion to defend the defenseless It’s only from high up here…

  • The Skeptic’s Kaddish Poetry Partners #111 “Am I dreaming?”

    Creativity is magic. When talents meet, fireworks are ignited, the sight is beautiful to behold. I am honored and delighted to announce that my poem “Am I dreaming” has been published on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. David (Ben Alexander) wrote a uniquely beautiful response to it. Please visit his site Two horses, or: Nightmares  to read our poems.…

  • Talent Management

    I know a rapper who was so talented that I couldn’t believe there will be any point in his music career where his popularity would wane. Unfortunately, he’s begun falling gradually and I was so sad to see it. To me, the problem is mentorship. When artists get to that point where they are managers…

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