An Ode To Backache
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<Sticky Post> I’ve been off the Open Mic scene this month. I decided to take a break to rest my frayed nerves and also my voice. But happily, poetry happens all around and it happened to me in a big way.Β I have the happy privilege of being a feature performer…
10 September 2004 When I was a child Iβd stand at the window that the adults looked out of with so much ease. Sometimes an indulgent adult would pick me up to look out and then with an βooofβ put me back since I was βtoo oldβ to be carried….
I’m getting psychic by the day Every time I call you, I wonder What reason will she have today? Or What circumstance will be conjured to prevent me from talking to her? Every time it’s an interesting one However, geniune it might be, an excuse nevertheless. Answering that would be…
A relationship is a function of caring Not of meetings and conversations; time spentΒ nor other people. If we never met again, never spoke again, never ever saw each other again If our lives never touched again, it wouldn’t make a difference Because we have happened to each other already and…
I have been thinking about compassion. I find there’s no room for it in the stories we embrace to guide our lives. It is this that makes me feel I’m overflowing out of my body, spaces & life. What I have in me is labelled & pre-valued for tangible effects….
It isn’t always a difference of opinion. Sometimes itβs a difference of being. And that can’t be ever be bridged. Itβs exciting to try however. Like standing at the edge of a precipice and trying to touch the other side. Until one falls into the crevasse. Then it isnβt exciting….
Who needs weapon when they can stab with words! Touching words that prick the skin.