SIGHTING THE THREES ON MY WAY TO SAMINAKA

“Saminaka! I have got my own I am not a slave.” The mantra modulated on and on Upon the bland sight of a land The sole repeated pattern of a sound Upon which a poet picked his hwyl. I am never a slave to journey Neither is journey a slave to me I pass through journey… Continue reading SIGHTING THE THREES ON MY WAY TO SAMINAKA