from Timbuktu, a scribe etches on stone. the sun at her finger tips burnishes runes on the Sahel. in time, the winds will blow them south feet will stampede a tapestry across the warring lines where kin were split. you...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Bathe in their blood And be swathed in their flash they live in a sharp-ville They browse the city at night And moan to unborn souls that rest in pieces of contraceptives And WE label them names...

[tabs tab1="Tab 1" tab2="Tab 2" tab3="Tab 3"] On the road again I remember when we first met and then I did whatever just then to sit next to you then This road reminds of you Vividly the thoughts linger in...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The waves look like canoes, coming for us. You say you wish you could lie on the mirror-water and float. Shooting star, we both see it. You, out the corner of your eye. You in the corner...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Letter from PROPAGANDA SCHOOL Sister… See the ballot dust bins seething with propaganda condoms, political abortions, Freedom stillborn Violence is a see through pit coat that uncovers city buttocks marked with political boils Bring me beer bottles...