cry me a river a river flowing in gentle rivulets capillary blood collected two millimeters apart on blotting paper tears that rise by capillary action in glass tubes spun and measured in packed cell volume Advertisements
Tag: african writing
beneath her, the soil sings
trapped, like a sailor marooned, caught between the struggle for supremacy between myometrial contractions and the hard craggy protuberances of a platypelloid pelvis, this stillborn, fresh and warm, returns; to spaces in between neurons where happiness is stored in vesicles inhibited by GABA; to nights of insomnia and illusions; amyloid plaques reminiscent of egyptian plagues […]
about last night…
last night, you came to me “omo mi”, my son, you whispered enough force to break the dam that contained my sorrows the tears rushed forward and took me captive. between the onslaught of tears and remembering, i lost my fear. now i know where to find you.
Eight days on…
the silence stretches, hours have turned to days. dreamscapes doting skylines slowly crystallizes. clarity cracks loudly. trickling tears trail truth reiterated. reality – soft snow showers – becomes a blizzard breaking bodies broken by love’s loss.
death came knocking
death came knocking on my door and i didn’t hear it the music of sorrow was so loud around me i joined in the dance oblivious as death crept in and stole you away you were so beautiful broken in so many places your scars were the secret of your beauty proudly placed on my […]
