Poetry

The advice of grown ups never included this. They never tell you to do an activity in which you become fully engrossed, like you can’t even differentiate if you are a human being or that activity. Not the productive kind of activity which makes one go even further away from…

Two poems from Liberian James O. Gaygay — The Red Light The sun was blazing My hair roasted like meat The smog fogs my sight “One to go, one…,” The unapologetic zogo¹ hit me I blindly ran for my pockets My heart leaped and squealed, That day was lucky Red light is not society’s friend The soot from burned waste polished my shoes My face…

Poetry — Check and mate! Right on target, Shouted inmates, of this little dome. Yay, yippee, congo Claps for victory Eek, yikes Dumbfounded stands defeat! In the agony of the hour What exclamations we have! Below this little canopy Whom we call OURS! In snob attire! A gazillion of zygotes innate monsters, herd of…

by Derco Rosal my favorite stroll stop in Apitong Street is at a steamy cart, always three-parked-bikes apart from the other one oftentimes a guy attends to it. thank God! this time it’s two little women at least i don’t always have to see the same vendor when i always…

Crept into my heart like a cat by a fire, Ninja like stealth over trip wires, Evading surveillance, evading watch towers, Under the radar, disguising your power, Out of soul came light, out of light came soul, in between raindrops unknown, cataclysm caught, hour by hour, Thought in flame, heart & strain, flexible fibres caught between pain, Crunching together, every little socket, like a distant hand without a pocket,