To be a Writer – Issa Dioume

Read in the bus,Read in the waiting room of an interview for a better job,Read while treading tar-black bent sidewalks to a less enjoyable job,Read from a hospital bed dressed in white,Read from your dank prison cell,Read in the dark and in the silence when no one can know you like to read in your …

Chance Creations

The earth is our mother,and we were birthed into a housewhose ancestors are the stars, the sun, the universe and more.At the end of a long chain of events: we are life.

Arrogantly, I mocked the palpitions of a coutryside girl's heart. her straw hat, her earthy gaze, looking into my steely own, I felt superior to someone of the birthplace of all the food I eat. I mocked her for not knowing what a Starbucks was And when she tried to teach me how to grow …

My dear

My dear friend, Were you in the past my lover? Were we stars that wooed each other in the skies? I don't know, I can't remember Yet something inserts into my mind Memories of secret kisses, Shared, shaded by mango trees,under a ghee-yellow moon

Lost Ones

When ones who are close to us leave--The scent of flowers in the wind lessens,The taste of sugar on our tongues softens,The shapes of life on our fingertips turns vague,Sunlight fails to warm our frozen hearts,The rushing waves of our mind crawl over our shores,The love in us dims, We become scared of giving it …

Jump!

I saw you, but you were in a dream thenYou were sugar hidden in coffee,Only tasting could tell me you were there,You were a wisp in a drifting cloud,Only flying could tell me you were there,You were waiting for me at the bottom of a pit,but only jumping could tell me you were there And …

Her

Without her,A hundred kingdoms couldn't give me the happiness she does,Without her, A hundred smiles couldn't make me smile as she does,Without her, A hundred suns couldn't give me the light she does,Without her,Life, wrinkling, crying and laughing, none of it matters. All of it can be packed and stored away. She is all I …

Down the darkness goes

When darkness descends over my heart,I go out for a walk at night,To observe the moon sitting in the Scottish sky,in a couch of stars,and the mountains below, tops burnished by silvery light,and in the night the darkness over my heavy heart softens.

Bees wonder

Let the bees make love to their honey in peace, Do not poison them, do not chase them off, or destroy them. We disturbed them first. We trampled their flowers, and burned their nests. A sting is little a price to pay for a demolished home and massive unemployment.

Both Sides

Being biracial