The Hands That Feed You.

"Hard hands knead dough, everybody needs bread." Unknown She has shouldered this burden for years. Life had taken liberty with the course she dreamt out, veering her along a path molded by necessity. Her mornings lead her deeper into a world where the hammer and anvil speak louder than prayer. Once upon a time she had … Continue reading The Hands That Feed You.

Naming Game

With only 7 weeks until we meet, I speak my thoughts to your future. Your mother and I are overflowing with gladness. Our sweet flower will finally find air, our legacy finally finds breath, soaking up a new world through eyes glowing with the muted knowledge of a creator that only babies know. That day … Continue reading Naming Game

On Remembering Life

It's started to sound impossibly vague. "Act normal!" A fatigued cape that hang low to the floor, collecting dust as he walked around. Weighed down by this cloak tailored by the men and women who had lost the spectrum of their childish enjoyment, eager to fight the cold of a world without play. It had … Continue reading On Remembering Life

I Call Him Brother 

Raised under the same roof we each earned our names, though I have always called him brother. Children of the sun, sprung from what cultured raised, carved bold under the gold pip of Africa's scepter. The fiery flesh of that mighty watcher  colored us with grace, showered our shoulder with the warmth needed to see … Continue reading I Call Him Brother 

His Fathers Son

It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty … Continue reading His Fathers Son

Writing 201, Assignment 6: Ballad – Mama, Papa (Heroes)

    The weekend served as a short break from the poetry assignments of Writing 201. I haven't been contorting my imagination in new and interesting ways, and it turns out, I missed it. The week opens with a wonderful new prompt of Heroes. These could be, fictional, real, or even a semi non fictional exaggeration … Continue reading Writing 201, Assignment 6: Ballad – Mama, Papa (Heroes)

Writing 101: Give and Take

Hello one and all, I'd like to re-emerge from my hiatus with a long overdue apology. I am sorry.  I've been neglectful of my blogging habits. This has been due to a powerful combination of work, life and procrastination. I'm easing my way back into your homes and hearts by continuing with the blogging U I was … Continue reading Writing 101: Give and Take

Writing 101 – Day Four: Serially Lost

  We had to go. I had to bring my farewells to an end, my time was up. In less that 72 hours I would be thousands of miles away, we'd be thousand miles apart. This farewell was final, we wont be seeing each other for a very, very long time. On second thoughts, I … Continue reading Writing 101 – Day Four: Serially Lost