Poetry

a witness’ burden

Photograph by Ayo Akinyemi, from the series Eripa.

& because i have no courage to speak about this

i’ll fold myself into paper planes        i’ll let this melancholic memory propel into my sister                       to the very first day her …

Peace in a Time of War

Photograph by Ayo Akinyemi, from the series Eripa.

They say
mother and father
named me Peace
because they conceived me
in the midst of turmoil

They say
guns boomed
as midwives slapped mother’s thighs
told her to quit being …

Birthmark

Photograph by Ayo Akinyemi, from the series Eripa.

Since colour is country
at every new moon
a body speaks a new tongue
you do not know this yet
as you do not know that big men
in little girl’s …

Morningside Park

Photograph by Ladan Osman 

My thought was to sit and perhaps
in sitting, one might learn how to reach

across a bench where emptiness sits and
touch a woman’s skin.

In this touch, my hand is a voice, it lifts …

machine-made men

you will find the best spaces
for this conversation in our dreams – there, you’re tied to nothing and
your tongue can tap the roof of your mouth in digital motion – up/down, on/off – there’s
no transition point to …

master of the mists

you must be master of the mists.
the closer I look at you
the more you wrap yourself in fog.
you’re a mystery, man, woman, or which one are you?
you appear as if you don’t appear.
when you come, …

The Making

That was how I made
a song dropped
from a microphone
into your vault
and it echoed as moans

We wove the song
with our dark and
hairy secrets

with my lightning
driving into
your hollow

It is possible that…

On the Second Distribution of Whites

she comes in on a squall line
like merlin in the moat
pond water in her tonsils
tar balls in her teeth
she settles down in a tropical
depression
right front quadrant shouldering
in
raw-cuss knock-turn-ill bliss
I’m anointed in …

Her Last Sale

Credit: Serubiri Moses, 2013. From the Africa Issue

she was just above a score
when she started vending
atoms of her beauty
for the worth of shylock’s pound of flesh

then she subdued
the pillars of gods
with smiles
& …

Invisible Lines

Image Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013

 

Open your eyes to see the invisible lines

Which you have drawn like lines of latitude

Or longitude across this spinning ball

Open your eyes to see

The well …

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