Do you know what it feels like, to be a moth flying past a cold light bulb in the day, knowing it will magnetize you into martyrdom at night? Continue reading As long as there are those that love the light,
It must be a global rainstorm. So many earthworms are on the sidewalks, crossing cement (unwilling vulnerability). Flooded into visible. Continue reading commentary on politics today
The printer scrapes it out: my poem. I gingerly pick up the paper between fingers, shy of my own words. There is so much space on this page. My poetry teacher commanded it; specified the margin size and font size, … Continue reading Room to Soar
Today is Saturday: I drink hot caffeinated drinks in three forms (coffee, tea, and cocoa). Hence, for the whole day I am a mess of twitters and jitters; cleaning up the house, working on writing, editing audio, pulling out paints. In honour of such a Saturday, I present you with this poem. It is a treasure of randomness. Continue reading Guess What?
I have long wished to see Rwanda. On a flight this year, my plane had a lay-over in Kigali. To my dismay, it was the dead of night, and they didn’t let us off the plane! All I saw of Kigali were her lights, and the soft rain on my window. Continue reading Kigali