Poetry

I Was A Teacher That Didn’t Teach I am not a strong woman.I am not a rock. I am the sulfur flower that grows between…

The faithful wife of a born-again Christian husband Baffles herself in silence, she can’t understand. She slaps her cheeks with the Bible,To stifle the laughter…

Since you came to my funeral, I’ll return the favor,Arriving just before your coffin crosses the church door,And I’ll slip into the line of weepers.Weepers,…

Ssebo gwe wange!You pound me like the engalabi’s beat,I slap the wall to your rhythm, so sweet.Sharp, unforgettable, you strike like lightning,Subdued, I moan, thunderous…

Artists take broken glass,Glue the pieces,Paint over the cracks,“It’s abstract,” they say, They color the fragmentsIn blue and green,“It’s abstract,” they sayAnd with that, broken…

I miss the daysWhen friendship was an open invitationTo laugh at everything and nothing,At shadows dancing like brooms,At spinach caught between our teeth. I miss…