Nightscape
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart. While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their…
A World Away
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you can press money from guile and oil from stone – If you’d just continue squeezing please . . . …
Goodnight Suburbia
Buildings blacken like the sky, And hovels their roots beneath The earth, run like fingers to Ghana, Street skirted by masts, narrowed Down to fires twinkling like stars, Broadcasting from windows to Old Oyo, the cinder of red houses…
