“There’s no use,” she tells me, as I’m handed the leash from the now-previous owner, her title relinquished into my hands.
This pandemic is like a carouselround and round we go each daythinking it might be differentuntil we…
That poem which I read when I see the moon in the sky,that song which stars dust from the edge of the…
A poem, by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
I had a long speech,With all our best stories.
OhTo be sure of yourselfWhat a dream it wasThe ignorance of youthOr the true, untainted wisdom?
