In my own right I’ll say Julie was not always right For she would think her left was the...

No candle light No sweet scent No Sheeran’s “Perfect” Just you And the thought Of where he should have...

It was Friday again You called her — as it was your manner Same rendezvous The corner of the...

I was stripped of my rind Then discarded I was a forsaken matter The type you find in the...

There used to be orges on the street They used to be wars of loud bang Of the songs...

I waited here Those long hours, for youHopeful, you would notice me todayThen you cameAnd you gave a glanceTwo-second attention –...

  It started as pinches, the type that made your neighbours run to the wall, to hear his words...

Efe bit the hand that fed him. The fingers cried – pitiable waah! The thumb watched in awe. But...

In my own right I’ll say Julie was not always right For she would think her left was the...

  We frolicked, hide and seek before twilight stole our sight The hairy village market was our maze, thick,...