[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Old friendI am sorry I could not take the bullet for youI felt it as it pierced right through youLeaving bits and pieces of youSprawled across the halls of timeLike adlibs to a bad chorusYour chords sound...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Viscosity on my mind, the weather is a sea creature.it’s Thursday known as death’s day.eyestill in the creature’s vault. then it was me and it; a freak mutualism:something out of a grotesque setting.yet we stride over the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The songs of Sundayare put together from the observationsof the week. The same way as Larry Davidpoints out errors to improve and fix thingsI want to ameliorate life. The same way as Larry Davidis sometimes misunderstoodI am...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] For the first 11 years of my life, I lived in MalawiI stayed in 2 cities and 1 small townI went to 13 different schoolsLearned to speak 3 languagesAnd did not live in one house longer than...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The boy in the other streetMy playmate with whom I built sandcastlesOnce said,"Education is a scam"But when his uncle sent a letter to his motherThey summoned his learned neighbour to read itAnd when he saw a bank...