Àṣàké my love, You said you are from Òyó, that you like your Àmàlà fele fele and your ewédú with gbègìrì So, I added..
Eager to tell them As many as possible are incredible The prologues of our personalities Stories that turn our bodies into a hot sauce, Crafted..
This is how to write the story of the end of (your) existence: You will have a sister who plucks her..
here my dear flower with the wind and drifting just behind your breast plate in front of your heart there is a glow that..
NEFELIBATA Last night, whilst I slept I sojourned the land of dreams in my dream, I was a man and my name was Nefelibata..
I Your fingers traipsing across my face taste like cigarettes Smells I use to hate taste so lovely when they tickle my nostrils winking..
LOVE CAME TO DESOLATE CITIES Old bones are percussion instruments Colliding to music played in buried cities. Most cities sing a funeral dirge to..
heat you spoke to me in the language of divinity: your words, a prophecy. your touch, a laying on of hands – a prelude..
Droop Song shaped like a light bulb in a distant home, like the earth on the eye of a telescope lit by sunbeams greenshadows..
lakes and confessionals i kneel before the confessional. the priests’ voice is driftwood on a lake of abuses; it reminds me of beatings. how can..
