Under the Shadow of the Nocturne

Under the Shadow of the Nocturne

That moment of shy beauty archinglike a rainbow across the skyline of our thoughts. We look at what revelation it beckons,what lush grace of colours it casts upon the horizon. I have not known the night for a prank player but you,who like the sun, manages to slink...
Bye

Bye

What if as we are planning for hostilities/two womenare roving the streets/calling for their children/and here they are/with us/their will and soul/their gunhandsstained with blood?/What if the bomb we kick in the teeth pulls these women apart from their lovers/and...
The forgotten

The forgotten

DSC carries too much of this memory.It is as if I wade through the weight of water & then/there/a memory made flesh—a secondary school mate/older now/more flesh around the waist/ less laughter around the lips/ a child by his sidethen i realise how far I have...
May, the fifth

May, the fifth

each time my nostrils open arms to welcome its lifelong guest, i think about a love, one of still birth. i think about the many pictures i have of sadness hung in the salient echoes of my heartbeat. now: every black gown i see looks like the last one i felt on her...
The Colour of Motion

The Colour of Motion

Image: Artyom Kulakov via Prexels giving money to / the beggar at the motor park / does not guarantee / your safe journey / the vehicle flips twice / cutting into the cold air / forgets that you are not one / with the glass about to break / & it breaks / windows...
Hunger of All Things

Hunger of All Things

‘Yeshua was hungry’ – Mark 11: 12 [CJB]Iinside of me i have lost it,the small prayer you saywhen you’re empty of food…’you prepare a table for me,even as my enemies watch’. amen! i am not supposed to write this poemi am not supposed...