Let me stare in the air.
Let me hope that as the winds of her rejection blow o’er me-Her surfeiting appetite will sicken and so die
Then in peaceful rest I too will so lie.
Tag Archives: Prose
Why I won’t let my fish go!
I will not let another fish escape from my thread-bear, tattered khaki pant pockets Just to acessorize their sea of deceitful political songs
My Lioness
She can’t get her to shut up Her screams are excruciating- She bounces her She only kicks the more She braves the dark cold night of the 1997 wet season- But the other only screams the louder Nothing pleases the tinny toddler she holds. Its now right about 5am- She’s been doing this for theContinue reading “My Lioness”
Poetic Pause with Amanda from Uganda 