when a poem isn’t about summer it must be truthful to say so,because when our knees......

Meet me by noonNo, not in my study of green shootsOur high browed legal codes are......

Madam Minister An Ant on a Bedspread Her Price Was Etched You Have My Permission Madam......

Like a ribbed SunMy days are grey stripsShuffling through swathsOf your glowing kindnessAnd then… they dissolve......

Beloved, when you have let me walk barefootIn this dew garden of our profound estrangementStrewn with......

Another Day Has Passed The smoky breath settles on the windowsonce again, a city loses itself;captive......

Kindness is an echo that comes back to you. Ceteris paribus! The mountains that return our......

If you were to peelThe layers of reasonYou’d see a gash,The truth;Reach there. Heal....

Aajoba looked like he was lying down peacefully. Like the days we finished a lunch of......

“What made you think you have cancer?” “Nothing.”“Why are you here, then?”“Because I am sent here.”“By......