You bring to mind the flowers that blossom so rarely, but thrive in the desert Day to day week to week they grow, low to the ground thorny and unnoticed but when the rains come they bloom, grow, stand tall and proud a feast of…

Can we choose to surrender the preconceived assumptions, notions, suggestions to find meaning beyond the shores of language, to break the chain of absolutes, to make words breathe freely from the trapped monotonous semantic and textual worlds to make them spin perch delicately?   Can…

Hour 12 – Gatherings   Its normally takes place on a Saturday usually bright and early, A skirl of the pipe chanter, the hum of the drones, the crisp sound of the drums. If you look around you’ll find a sea of different tartan kilts….

My Elders on my mother side were very close kin. Close enough for me to write this poem about them. As a child we gathered for all types of occasions. Aunt Bertha was the eldest, she would shush us to go away. she’d shout, “go…

My life is abundant with enriching gatherings — maybe God spoils me with these, parishioners, praying friends, generous with time and selves like even more family..   Nativity is a Catholic parish that has welcomed me warmly smiling and chatting and encouraging my ideas sharing…

I only surrender to him and silhouettes, I wear white as a promise to myself. In a world of terms and conditions printed in black & white I find white chaotic instead of serene. Perhaps, it has more scope to get printed in a colourful…

The congregation nod as the pastor “preaches” he decrees death upon women following other people’s husbands “Ride on Sir” Ejiro echoes   Now she turns to me gifts me an ear-to-ear grin then points with her gaze “that woman is sleeping with the husband of…

2022 prompt/hour 12: “my hobby can beat up your hobby”   Generic questions are offered when meeting most people Generic answers are given back by most too What do you do for a living? Are you married? Do you have kids? Or if not –…

I seek you out in sands bathed shadow green and sunset yellow while grey waters eddy at my feet and sea creatures float in the shallows before me   I seek you out with halting cadence and uncertain language its logic trail lost   I…