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Mother’s Day
The first poem is mine and the second one is a translation of Camara Laye’s poem: “A Ma Mere” Education of An African Woman I am an African Woman Cradled at birth by rough yet motherly hands, I was...
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Souvenirs Part 2
His eyes were drinking the last sunlight of the day. A tableau nouveau was up in the sky. The joys he felt gave him blurred fragments of his life: This isn’t as bad as it seems, There’s a faded...
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Bewitched
When I’m not busy bleeding all over this page I put on makeup to keep my face looking young and beautiful because that’s the only way I can be loved it’s a pity my heart has turned black overnight...
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Empty Gestures
A simile was hiding underneath my smile A slim laughter was stuck in my throat And my throat surrounds this slim laughter with slimy walls This was the kind of laughter to slip and fall inside you To...
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Stepping to Live
Here was a man who couldn’t find his music So he dragged his voice at his feet But Heavens always came apart Whenever his voice rose above his navel Here was a man careful with emotions He liked to...
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Maybe, Maybe Not
People are never where they say they are They are sitting across you But you don’t know that you are staring at a shell While the host has left the building But you are quick to leave also And all...
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Old People Are Garbage Good for Gardening
You don’t know how good you are Until you are good and dead And by then the question as to how good you are Is superseded by how dead you are “This has to make sense” We tell ourselves while munching...
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Bull’s Eyes
Fingers and feet don’t know what to do with themselves When you have to be a stone Waiting for the rain to turn you into a flower Waiting for rain with open lips and hands Sometimes the fidgeting...
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Souvenirs d’enfance ou Tango To Zalaka
A young man holds near him a snotty little boy, They are sitting in a 80’s Rang Rover. This picture flashes another memory The same snotty boy riding a green Mercedes car toy in the living room. This...
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Comatose or How Long Before I Pull the Plug on this Blog
The heart monitor shows hills and valleys that look different from one another the Sodium Chloride bags are changed every two hours providing the necessary fluids A foley catheter collects dutifully...
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