The Republic is in labour, screaming pacing the political ward, cursing the colonial midwife for telling her to push. Her head is spinning, vision blurred mind inside out. She drinks a cup of counterfeit morality & blubbers a prayer of hope for the stillborn baby. The Republic is a headless chicken with a body that…
My Crush, for Many Years
Melanin Ambience, 6’3 , broad chest , well defined arms, wet round scarlet puckered lips, enlivenly gleamy eyes. I looked at him as he walked my way, The appearance of the earth in the galaxy, like a band of light seen in the night’s skies, formed from the stars which cannot be distinguished with the…
Beauty Knows No Shame
A new kind of beauty to embrace and to celebrate. There’s no room for shame here. There’s a power that pushes through from within; There’s a power that will push out and bring my bloody insides with it… But that’s something of a pain that I’d love to succumb to, in a natural, agony-sedating, physical…
Have You Been Lonely Before
Cheap perfume Misted over greying wool Lightly pressing against his chest Concealing that grizzly form best Sculpted around those not-so voluptuous Muscles rounding his gentle beastly self Do you ever sleep with eyes wide open Wake bright and early inflated red-eyed Do you ever imagine shadows marching on the walls Wake ankles toes wobbly between…
Child Not Bride
Under the silvery stare of the moon The children sat to listen to soul refreshing tales Beneath the starry blue skies, we laughed and galloped our ignorance of the world away It was in the nakedness of the breeze that I learned to smile my soul away And I enjoyed it A perfect peace But…
The wife of the born-again Christian husband in Kampala
The faithful wife of a born-again Christian husband is a very baffled woman. She will slap her cheeks with a bible So that she doesn’t laugh at the jokes of another man. Her husband, according to the wedding vows, will provide enough humor until death. She will hold her aching thighs together and pray for…
My Mother in Three Photographs
Her face looks out flawless her sexuality electric in a mini dress and sheer satin stockings the girls of the 1960s beautiful beyond belief. She is looking through the camera like her space is here and beyond enchanting and enchanted by the times when dreams of freedom were young the fortunes of Uganda hot and…
Fixable
You are fixable, hold my hand & let me mend your brokenness. It will hurt less, the falling & crushing; you will get better at sculpturing your bits & pieces. I won’t leave. I’ll wait for daybreak & we’ll figure out what to do with all this sunshine. Link to the Italian translation
Mooncycles
My heart is broken fragments disintegrate into sand laid upon a beautiful beach. My moon creates tidal waves to wash me away. What once intertwined between my licorice laced thighs? Now matted and sharp thorns grow there, where once my love lay to blossom. I am rotten. Heart wrenched like torn ligaments hanging from strange…
The Searching Cheats
Whirl of the wind sing decades of familiar tunes Encroaching voices of old whispering stories untold Cold the breeze our bodies freeze The Misplaced Birds they wail they say “We have lost our way” We are to show them their way We? We point They screech, “Where?!” We point again And again Then we tell…