[tabby title="Poem"] If you didn’t know that the ocean will return to the shore and erase your footsteps,would it have been fun to walk on the beach?That the sand of your footsteps is the ephemeral lips of kisses that do...

[tabby title="Poem"] Africa my continent, Africa my home From Nigeria to Zimbabwe, Mozambique, my mother land For I am an African before being a South African I have brothers and sisters In Somalia All part of the rainbow nation One...

[tabby title="Poem"] Exposed belly buttons and naked knees. Dusty, Small, Short, Vagabond! The ghetto street embellished with clamors of tin and coordinated jumps, Screams of 'Chicago! Chicago! Letha ama tin!!!' Hunger and the fullness of a childhood spent in the...

[tabby title="Poem"]A vision of reciprocative reflective seizures impregnated by bodies chanting in a fallen forest, nymphets kneeling knitting knives into the rising dust - A vision galvanized into singing of butterfly shadows to the murky horizon of His holy womb....

[tabby title="Poem"]A thunder makes love in the skin of Paradise. Paramount to her Divine touch are the screams of soothsayers, Silent ladies, Primordial sages, Ancestors of Venus, In Divine sashaying dresses. Matching in skin colour with the cacophony of a...