The storm clouds gather and fear mounts, harnessing power which once were emotions struggling for expression. Like the great god Zeus, brandishing his hot irons, lightening arcs across the night sky. Thunder, like rolling kegs of dynamite, flatten systems of tarnished beliefs, leaving in its wake, profound silence. Forgotten are the thoughts heavy with the…

The still air stifles even the act of breathing. The hot air forged in the steel furnace of daylight is nowhere a relief. My eyes droop with heat heavy fatigue and I take refuge between bed sheets locked beneath the pristine spread all day. My naked legs scissor kick in their coolness, like swimming in…

Croesus stumbled and laid back a war torn skin for public autopsy. With bruises bested by emotional welts too deep to be visible,  he wept. In the eye of the cyclone, the earth's erratic heartbeat was his heart; the blood drenching the soil was his blood and the screams of the mothers came from his…

I was an oppressed people. I wandered long and became very tired of wandering. I hugged the banks of the green river and shredded lives of high calibre. Crying hard and loud I voiced irritation that rubbed edges raw. And soon I walked into the promised land. Even before, even before I died. It was…

wild geese move within the moments of their destiny framing patterns struck upon a naked sky. clocked by indiscreet motions they move in gentler waves instinctively. confirmed in their geesehood they soar with speed amid the chastening winds and luring skies. untethered, unfettered. dressed in their celestial garb, melding motive and design toward a destiny…

Torn from an event with memories still alive and placed in an incubator to breathe are poets expected to live. Leaving a world incomplete, they wander in vegetation totally unfamiliar and yet expected to survive. And give rise to credence in a world with no root, where trees are shades of others more vivid, whose…

Lurking behind every door are ghosts from a shadowy past, eager to be translated to a dubious present. Impregnated in genes are the memories of these ghosts, split second DNA, with desire housing the delicate substance quoting life. Stupid am I to allow others' memories, lurking in my fresh Being to suck life out of…

  Woman of the Earth, you are loved. You gather the fruits of your labors to your bosom and feed the children. You’ve inched your way along the dusty path with back bent in great fatigue and cultivated the rows yielding wise fruit. You would feed out of your mouth, those you think hungry and…

My thoughts rove the ethers like a magnet pulling like thoughts to themselves. The excitement rumbles through my belly while heart accelerates its beat forcing my blood to course through my body, drunkenly. Heady stuffs to know that mine is thought matched by invisible minds. I swim in conscious waters resembling earthstone. Pulsating, yearning, I…

I saw them, leaning against the rail with grey curls circling their faces. They were in animated conversation. Their eyes were glued to the waters, I think. The wind blew their housedresses about their knees. Frowns and furrows made ridges on their foreheads. They giggled with laughter. Not out of the ordinary, you say. Certainly…