This is the time for writing.I do not write.
Haiku
Drowned in warm honeymemory of fragrant touchI embrace myself
Sometimes one has to fail: or live with a constant search for a something-someone-somewhere. Then fail. Or take more years…
by the end of the dayI need to walk out from all the rooms where I wander to dream.
it’s not an easy lifeto live and love like an artist,you will be forever filling the…
A poem, by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
Come, to me.
I sat down today to write a poembut all that came out was empty wordsI read the greats for examples that shone…
This trip down memory lane doesn’t have to be so bad.