Tag: poem
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on walks.
A house under renovation two trees blooming outside on a grey, cold, silent afternoon in Spring. A leaf floating downstream, darkening as it descends the frigid waters then another leaf, then leaves, twirling in little whirlpools. At the curve of the path, river rushing behind you, rises a small hill, on which are sprinkled the…
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Chissà
We are all seeking to connect – ultimately. [in the burying of head on a partner’s chest in the inflicting of pain on self on others in the ways we live or try to or fail to in the locking of eyes brave, brown eyes breaking only to return in the shout of one’s own…
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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 cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling…
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Wacha tuseme…
Sema wakati ukija wa kutafakari upana wa zilizo, walio, kuliko, vilivyo – utatuona na kufikiria: bahati iliyoje.