The Allure of Geography
In a world where maps roll and fold,Barbed wire catches tales untold.Geographyโs allure is an upland,Lines drawn by a manโs hand.Why not make borders more bold!...
Category: Poetry
The main focus of this blog is poetry. I share some of my poems, drafts or excerpts. More often that not, I rewrite or edit to publish them somewhere else.
A Child in Pain
It takes avillage to raise a child,the proverb says. To hear a child’s pain,sight and touch are senses to use in a deaf worldwhere no-one has bandwidth to...
Chasing Totality
Can a poem repeat itself?Humanity as an uncountable nounHumanity as an uncountable noun and a state of being humanHumanity as an uncountable noun, a state of be...