
Sunday Poem: The Writing on the Wall
‘Wogs out’ the graffiti sprayed In those Bedfordshire days That led me to question With what affection was my sort held? Signed ‘NF’…
‘Wogs out’ the graffiti sprayed In those Bedfordshire days That led me to question With what affection was my sort held? Signed ‘NF’…
What my love en/tails I inhabit these rooms these Watery walks with Egyptian alabaster women & genuine Angels, calypso mermaids, Very old seas that…
O me O my O molten ash, sulfuric gas—where was Jesu at your Vesuvius— I ask centuries later because I am…
A litre of water seeps from my face, My stomach ties in knots, My heart quickens its pace. Intestines clenched and bladder squeezed, My…
in my dream I became a mermaid, suddenly understood/had to understand how treasure chests breathe heavy in the dark & darker sea, just as every black pearl …
taste like my beloved: Russians, like many Others, dubbed the blacks of Europe— through him I see my shadow come to light: the rest…
Mother Europa -May you tell me more about your relationship with your mother? -I never could call my mother, mother. My grandmother was my…
Intensity is done Wondering What comes next? We, immigrant Moving nations Not across borders But inside bodies Our blue eyed son The reminder of…
Half white half black Half this half that Half shit half crap So this so what Half white half black Half right half…
When I was young, I found myself running Running from the shade that plagues my skin If I ran hard enough the plague would…