Numb-nimby
Numb-nimby
Not in my backyard,
yet.
leftover ruins shell by shell
impunious mounds pile by pile
deserted streets
as tribes decrease piece by piece
Izge weeps
first hit by camped scorn
Chibok mourns...
Of things that will never fade
OF THINGS THAT WILL NEVER FADE
Yewande Adebowale · Of Things That Will Never Fade
There is a thing that will never fade
a caring heart that...
Time Capture
TIME CAPTURE
wombal canal heaves continuity
within its chambers as a child is born
ushering into immortality
joy is here, ripened by the morning sun
navel to push, cervix to labour orn
gestational...
BLEEDING GREEN
BLEEDING GREEN
Anomalies like silence
for name and voice
are freely bestowed
on all
Listen;
to decibels of earth and seas
to tongues of eagle, wave and wind
in easeful dialogue
there is...
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Do you never tire
of the slow motion of a constant stroke or of the tick-tock
of Olympian detachment?
On...
In Days Now Here
IN DAYS NOW HERE
As the sun goes slowly blind
As day gives way to night
Does the earth bring forth works of the nocturnal kind
To light
As...
Home is a metaphor for belonging
HOME
home is a metaphor for belonging
a deep longing which has now found its rest
home is where you hear heart's joyous leaping
it is that place...
