Walking barefoot on the wet grass Once upon the evening The rain like broken glass It shatters upon the blades as if they were rocks The day slowly fades The world smells of earth of rain and ozone The day to night giving birth The…

And then I imagined that the deck of the ship was a dance floor that graced my feet Orange skies with streaks of purple Colors so deep I could feel the texture of their richness within my soul The smell of the sea calling out…

Yellowed over the years Edges worn from weathered storms The smell of ancient years It read, 1997 If you’ve found this, Then the world still exists And the plague of my time has not killed the human race I give you my greetings I give…

The cache in casket buried Exhumed as a signpost of immeasurable information   Aha! Relics of the future iPad iPhone iPod iMate iTV   We, the future, are now in the present Modern army will cultivate Another capsule For another farmer For another rain

Storms stir in the sky Clouds are again rumbling Why does she rage Punching through the sky Her tears again begin to fall Like the deepest of oceans The angriest of seas As if a boat upon the waves The sky crushes us again A…

  Oh! Canada… We used to sing with ramrod straight backs and serious brows of the glorious crown of her majesty while my friends disappeared in the night.   “All for the glory of God and country…,” we were told.   And yet… the Spirit…

I miss you I could almost swear You were the person Cuddling me in my dreams Three nights ago You held me so tight Arms wrapped around me I could feel your body pressed against mine Your legs pulling me tighter It was the first…

I hate mirrors People keep putting mirrors up I hate mirrors They want to make the room bigger I hate mirrors They want to see themselves I hate mirrors They want me to see myself But I hate mirrors

Mounds of fresh tomatoes Basins of crayfish Waist beads of various colors Fifty naira a packet Market women peddling their goods Arms grabbing and waving me over “Aunty come and buy this one” The scent of goat meat wafts through the air The butcher carving…

Like cliffs in the distance seen through a window on an island in time What a great mystery is the rock we stand high upon in the sky Surrounded upon an ocean of waving growing green to the tallest tree With a poem in mind…