How Beautifully Your Fire Burns
After I put some more logs on the fire in the fireplace she said, “How beautifully your fire burns.” We […]
Poems, Poets Abroad, Tributes
Tributes
African Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
My Mother Died with Her Home
When my mother died, she took home along with her. Here, home is not a mere thing, but a person
African Poets, Poems, Tributes
Erectile Dysfunction as a Variant of Skototropism
I do not know how to ripen when my lover undresses this was not how
African Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
What My Children Remember
The sight of helicopters circling the sky on mornings when the sky broke into shrapnel, falling on our roofs as
Eight Haiku
Can an African poet write about napping with the TV on? Can I entertain the lull of the afternoon drive home, or must my words reach the ends of a sunlit plain, where wild beasts roar into a golden sky? The truth is, I am a poet and I am African, and so I write as I am.
Poems, Soldier Poets, Tributes
Summer Memory
After the peace, after the broken loves and failed career, after the too many moves, the too many hospitals, so