i was folding laundry the day rwanda invaded my living room the smell of bleached white boxers warm from the dryer fills the air on screen africans murdering africans murdering africans caught in a daze my own fantasy land playing house yet not grown in the background he stood laughing on the phone rwanda i say that’s nowhere the reply…
Category: Poetry
Invitation
i. mommy play with me, the edict yelled from backyards kitchen floors and single paned windows. ii. mommy play with me, a modest request, summons to frolic and for one moment remember again what it is like to be swept away in a hurricane of joy. iii. mommy come play with me often meets not nows followed by…
haiku too
W.H.O. declares pandemic bird flu over the day i divorce.
i do haiku
on the day I was married 1,082 died in Nigeria.
fearfree living 