Poetry

I Dance

Do not be fooled when I dance Born  to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars.. When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness, I dance When keeping my head above the waters…

Culture, Life, Poetry

Juke Joint

Measurable volume empty space Sun has risen, hours passed Since the last few patrons laughed then left Distinctive timber presence remain Juke joint slumber, eerie din Kept captive and alive within somehow Stand still listen in ghostly relics, remnants’ hiss Let the stereo-cilia be kissed…

Poetry

In A nightclub

In A nightclub Done up like a church; Stained Glass windows, Frankincense and myrrh, White candles melt Chilling even in July, Haunted haunting Homey, Welcoming, Bar behind an alter, Red wine, white wine Shining in gold chalices, Patrons kneeling, The wine sipping, Oblivion, Welcoming, Spilling,Oaken…