A MUG OF ESPRESSO

In pricking silence, I cogitate; A mug of espresso to oppress my gut, Encapsulated hot, in my palm. From threshold to denouement, my thoughts twirl Like a juvenile approaching his hitchhike‘s end; In search of soothing laughter, it gads, Seeking treasures which may not be. From breathing abodes, overtly boisterous, I saunter away in reproach.… Continue reading A MUG OF ESPRESSO

SONS OF THE SAHARA

The red suns of the desert they rose among the belligerent clouds like gales of wind roaring through castle of sand tearing through the heart of Sambisa their windy steps rode gustily on caravan of times. They have the toes of the cactus piercing the flesh of the earth. We have seen flame of arson… Continue reading SONS OF THE SAHARA