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[asking of name]
When I asked for your name I did not know that questions have force-full answers, I was yet to comprehend the power in knowing a …
NonFiction
crackling peace
Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with …
roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop …
Enroute
12/22/2020 Enroute The probox is traversing the dirt roads that snake their way through the thickets and bushes and the wind is blowing in my …
Gharama ya passpoti
“Mtoto wetu alikuwa huko… miaka kumi na mbili aliishi huko” “Haishi huko tena?” “Aaaaaaa, hata alikuwa keshakuwa raia. Passpoti anayo” “Na?” “Tikiti ya kuenda huko …
our ugly half*
Have you ever set out to search for the missing half? …The half that’s misshapen. Ugly, itchy, heavy, abrasive. Awkward to the hand, gritty on …
and rememberings
a body is running in rain: between the hanging lines sparse with uniforms and garments that will find their way to new owners every week. A body is being rained on, young, years ago, in gumboots running from school to a mother’s warm tea.
Mimi na Berlin
Mimi na Berlin[i], I, and Berlin[1] I with the nostalgia of recent flailing with the wind, the weight of my body on two spinning wheels …
even in another time
What remembrance lies beyond what the ear hears, what the eyes see, what the senses feel?
Nuvole Bianche
Domodossola; read the big, dilapidated sign -precariously hung over a similarly decrepit bench at the train station. I sat below it, basking in the knowledge …