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The Storm

The Storm

Blackened skies as dark as night, Rolling clouds of rain and wind Threaten all in its path With death and destruction. Blackened skies as dark as night Illuminated with white flashes of light Booming with a thundering roar. Passes across stormy sky. Blackened skies as...

Ikpelikpe

Ikpelikpe

In my heart runs green soup. I am not of the West. My skin chocolate dark. My hair kinky black. My food the sustenance of Africa. I am Ikpelikepe, a son of the Igala. We are the strong hand caressing the nipples of the world, tickling Africa. I am green, the farmer’s...

Behind

Behind

Life is a sweaty race run for crumbs from cradle to grave. Bees hunt nectar. Elephants stamp rude, proud possessors of size. Jungle justice for all animals are equal; some more or less. A battle of blackmail, terror, backstabbing. Humans, hunters of peanuts. Crumbs,...

Dopamine

Dopamine

he is not in the details as i was often told not smoking fiery red no horns no fork no tail   no the devil is in the dopamine sliding into synapses overriding receptors interfering with the best intentions afferent and efferent impulses blocked diverted enhanced as...

Contrails

Contrails

be scientific, be intellectual   lecture me on cirrus aviaticus how hot exhaust and particulates condense and dance and disperse over seconds, minutes, days, weeks-- tickle my brain with explanations of contrail climate change   be magical, be mysterious   whisper to...

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