A poem on roads not taken
Poem on the Mind. Begins with 'You are not present in your mind...'
Poem on never-ending desires
A Poem on The Horizon, a Happy-sad poem
Here I sit, Rooted to a chair, Drinking myself dry, With my curly hair Here I sit, With wine in a hand, And pen in the other, Every breath a sigh, Every limb out of joint, Lost in a red sea of self-pity As my eyes stare down at the pages I seem to lose … Continue reading Wine and Writing on a Cold Night
A camel ride
I never held her head between my hands,I grabbed at mist and caught myself,Heavily falls he who has never had a fall,And I fell harder than a boulder into an ocean.Now, till she comes, loneliness... Poor me, Poor me! from hour to hour The heat of love scorches my heart,But she my mind holds dear … Continue reading To loves never lived– by 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 … Continue reading To be a Writer – Issa Dioume
On the lies that pollute the truth.