It was nighttime. The darkness would hide what Denela was about to do. She brought the bucket outside and dumped its contents into a corner of the yard. There were several plastic containers from soft drinks, empty foil and plastic sachets from shampoo, vinegar and soy sauce, sardine and corned beef tins, plastic bags and […]
It is colonial heritage. Apolonio followed the tradition of his ancestors. He butchered 5 native chickens. They were about a dozen more from 3 or so clutches of eggs that hatched in the end of winter. 5 is enough to make stew and there are more for other special occasion until December. There are some […]
That’s what they called it, happy happy, the alcoholic interludes Tainted with nicotine delights, the pseudo-fiesta fares foraged from The Gardens of Others, cooked over fires burning from sinful woods Stolen – no – taken, from the old woman who died of a weak lung Because they poisoned the country air with their happy happy. […]
There would not be a few who could remember that elderly woman Squatted at the door of her house, reciting the litany of evils That was coming to the village, it was poetry, it was tradition, no one Rebukes it yet no one shuts the window view to the glowing thrills Of the progressive life, […]
I am hunted and there is time to write a poem about it, here in the refuge Of a forest thick with the calls of birds telling me there are too many of my Enemies and too few of my kind still alive; might I be saved by the deluge In the distance or the […]
Sorry, I was distracted by the windfall of hog plums and did not realise the time Spent on, wasted on, the observance of the beautiful shape of spots on my lover’s Face; so now I am full of fruit and grace, antihelmithic and adoration, both supine And upright, depending on where you are coming from; […]
The café was where he saw her again, the place familiar to them both a place expected but unwished, for only a matter of time to be stricken of the rigor mortis of his arteries, he wondered did she not, did she see did she ever but he will never really know until the blood […]
His house was a hovel, a permanent reservoir of the scent of cheap wine and wild berries chewed, the seeds spat on the floor with the butts and foils of cigarettes, the fire outside a permanent encampment of fish, game and some time hock from the market when there is money to buy, otherwise, there […]
There is a woman currently in psychiatric ward number nineteen hun dead and famished is her heart, her prostituted heart, the cardiac ar rangement that take place between patron and prostitute, that trans vestite in her mind, the sins she should never be guilty of, endless mir age of miracles and the many years back […]
The winter breeze numbed his hunger but not the bullets That lined the pocket hidden deep on his side all metal Bearing bombs cradled in a peaceful slumber like pullets Waiting for the egg to fall the cock to call the cum cumall The opportunity to hatch !bam! in the head of the quarry And […]