THE GREAT RAIN With momentum the cloud gathers, In the dark range of a mother on travail, Prepared for a sullen wreck; Lightning, blinding all like a Steven wonder. Sully to the absolute, Floating elements Read More
Aug 032012
poets
Jul 272012
MEND The guns merry mend, The gong weary mend, The voices wail mend, The pen sail mend. The guns cry louder than the voices, fun for flesh birds, ready to swoop, Read More
May 312012
Aneke stood at the door post that leads to the verandah staring at his sister Akunnayia who was seated on her curdling chair, staring intensively at the dark cloud; as if she could read Read More