Poetry

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…

Poetry

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 . . .  …

Poetry

Ravens

Like a geek, a fancy of being blacklisted  as they create the fluky of the flight as they target silos, higher heaven of eaves  how they catch sight of daystar  Ravens, the recent craze the role-model “Cageless”  among chicks    You do witchcraft of how…

Poetry

He.

He wants to embrace the night; The dark, mysterious but mesmerizing sight.   The starry sky, Lonely moon, Stuck in his head As the lone sun stand aloof In the gaudy Spring day Amidst bluish sky.   He desired to meet the woman Dwelling in…

Culture, Poetry

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…