Sunday, June 27, 2010


Tuesday, June 15, 2010


By the Hudsons front she gazed,
faithfully, it's reflection gave back all her loveliness:
a queen in floral flawnessness, a sight that left me,
by the freshest summer greens,
green with envy....

Thursday, June 10, 2010


Wrote this a very long time ago, after I read Soyinka's version of Abiku.... Please leave your comments: they are the only things that keep me writing.

From me something was hid:
Looking up to a mother so fair
yet troubled in an effort to
from death rescue an accursed son.

Her hand she placed upon my skin,
feeling for a fever:
her solemn expressions,
she replaced with false smiles.

In her voice as sheep, she said
'Remember this moment,
when your mothers hand
heals every trouble of your soul'

'For me lessen the pain,
let me go, as with the next season, I'd return'