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Journey of a Prayer

Lunch hour at work. Just enough time to pen a poem. In reality, I've been ruminating on this one since yesterday and I'm no-where nearer understanding the essence of a prayer. I know what it is, obviously- and why...but I... Continue Reading →

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Reading Fiction

Of all forms of communication, I sense that the non-verbal kind is the most telling. Whether it be body language or reading the signs of a person’s character or reputation, the clues are often difficult to ignore. I decided to... Continue Reading →

Awake!

It's not where there's clarity of thought neither is it in those moments before sleep But it's in that space when I awaken -where time is suspended where my mind is flooded by 50 questions all at once who? where?... Continue Reading →

Demolishing Walls

Forget glass ceilings it’s those concrete walls you need to be concerned about It starts with the walls of the mind which need hacking -setting free the helium mind to the right altitude Then there are walls of fear that... Continue Reading →

Good or Bad?

I have seen wicked priests and honourable thieves I have observed benevolent criminals and bad cops I have experienced kind debt collectors and unfair judges And I have drunk from the cup of gracious friends and cruel relatives It’s not so black and... Continue Reading →

Flying My Flags

If you asked me to wave my nation’s flag I would rifle through my drawers and bring out 4! One that swaddled me as I cried “hello world!” Another, I wore as a fashion accessory with leg-warmers – in those... Continue Reading →

My City

Welcome to my city where the breadth of its beauty might be dictated by the depth of your pocket The sights and sounds of tourists all year round mask the death and decay that fill some with dismay If you... Continue Reading →

Symbol….ism

If all we do is ignore  their ‘-isms’ of what use are statues and symbols? If we longer have the ability to spell we may be forgiven for not knowing this  French lady’s name we  might  think she means to... Continue Reading →

Bizness First

Why, oh why do we persist on poems that love insists? I tire of 'whispering names' on the edge of  'soaring winds' Or 'gentle sighs of the heart' at the mention of 'names' There is this harsh reality -that love... Continue Reading →

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