XVI
April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
how you wanted me
an acrylic camel on a wall of skin
and sun; la guerra
non รจ finita
sabicas:
April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
in the night without breath
in the night without breath
the bellies of the birds
move
not
in the night without breath
kawaida:
April 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
bad poetry comes from the heart,
good words live in the belly- kawaida.
this is africa
an africa without mice rain and endless conversation
one stops, another begins- no, under the baobab
a daughter gives her son silence
her mother moringa
what separates us here, so far
from africa. from africa
is not silence. it’s the endless, coming
words. the mouths we use
are hers.
