In my own right
I’ll say Julie was not always right
For she would think her left was the right
But her right wasn’t the right, but the left
Twas hard to tell her
That the right was wrong
Since the left was rig
It was Friday again
You called her — as it was your manner
The corner of the bar
Where the spinning rainbow ignores your existence
She’s your Meerkat and that’s her burrow
Two cups of her f
I waited here Those long hours, for youHopeful, you would notice me todayThen you cameAnd you gave a glanceTwo-second attention – like a goldfishI countedThrough the hurry in your eyesI counted, till you turned y
Fola grinned on the front page again, beside the president.
Why him all the time?
Where has he been that I haven’t?
I’ve been to the tropical paradise where green carpet damps the feet with comfiness. I’ve been
We frolicked, hide and seek before twilight stole our sight
The hairy village market was our maze, thick, tall and tangling
Over the hill that drowned our houses, we wheeled Bedford’s black
Michelin was o
Nampang, she remembered it all, the way a river remembers how to run. A long time ago, say when she was twelve, she joined the chase. When the rooster crowed, it meant two things. One, it was time to begin the