the croquet mallets hit wood,
a solemn crack, the ball lilting
left, then right, near the wicket.
pale gowns let in the sunlight,
to women’s bodies,
the lowering orb pinching
silhouettes between the trees,
its golden rays traversing the court,
the round balls blinking reds and greens,
while breezes move the leaves.
so gentle is the scene, no shouting,
no hurrahs, just a bit of mischief
and a sweet kiss.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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