Poetry

  • Circum-Alert: Taking Accra By Storm, Chale Wote Style!

    A free urban arts festival, the Chale Wote Street Art Festival could soon be the in-thing on the GH street arts scene. Co-sponsored by ACCRA [dot] ALT, The French Embassy (in Ghana) and Institut Francais, the first edition of the soon-to-be annual international festival will take place on July 16, 2011 in the Jamestown community …

  • Poetry/Prose: Quicksand

    An attempt at describing the indescribable experience of inspiration and poetry writing It is often said that the mystical happens at the crossroads between time and spaceWith its crescendo undulations of past, present and future, the beach is exactly thatWalking along the breadth of such on a lazy Sunday morning, you encounter the knownThe grainy …

  • Africa

    Guest Contributor Mash: A Poem For Haiti

    A tune of devastation plays over the landTime is trying to heal yet still no one understandsA lifetime of work all buried under endless rubbleAnd all over the land people gather in a huddleIn search of an explanation that for now remains a mysteryMourning the many thousands, their eyes unleashing their miseryThrough disobedient tearsAnd the …

  • Poetry/Prose: Lyrics

    Another double (multiple?) entendre piece. Enjoy! — I’m in that mode again. You know, the one that only I can savor and others find irritating. I’m not trying to be anti-so[cial]. Far from it. I’m totally engrossed. In. YOU. Try as I might, I keep coming back to this place. If only to hear you …

  • Poetry/Prose – The Takeover

    Pitch dark. Either way you look at it, that’s all it is. Black, dark, uninteresting, uninspired.You move your head to the right and you might as well stay in your initial position, nothing’s changed. How ever did you come upon the depths of the Mariana trench? Professor A. certainly wasn’t kidding when he said it …

  • Poetry/Prose: Back To When

    To days when yes was yes, and no was no, and maybe made sense even when the month wasn’t May and there were no bees to be found. To the final run of teeth through school girl hair in anticipation of seven o’clock when cartoon network assumed its rightful place on GTV. To afternoons watching …

  • Poetry/Prose: Novelty

    Sweat trickling down her brow Skin pulsating as blood rushes through her veins Fluorescent light overhead; blinding, but all she can do is stare Somewhere in the distance, voices chattering “Is she okay?” “Breathe” “It won’t be long now” This is what death must feel like. Seconds later, in impressions of eternity The pain slashes …

  • Rebirth:The Geology of It All

    There once lived a wee little fellowQuite a troublesome little fellow was heFidgety, fidgety, fidgetyHe never could sit stillUntil one day he encountered geologyYes, you heard right, geologyAnd with that as silent as a mouse he would be He learned about igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rocksAnd how one was hard, the other layered, and the …

  • Castles in the Air ( A Short Script)

    I -Spotlight on.II -Geez, no need to singe my hair! I -Cameras rolling. Lie detector operational. All right. Spill the beans.II – Which beans are you talking about? Did you give me a pan of beans? I – Listen kiddo, we don’t have time for any of your antics. As you can see, there’s a …

  • Time & Space

    Time and spaceWhoever thought him/herself so wiseSo as to determine the value of these twoHast surely thrown mankind, into insurmountable viceFor no matter how absolute they seem on papyrusThey’re always relative in the mind’s sight —Photo Source

  • Being Strong

    What is this I hear about being strong‘You’re strong, you can handle it’ they sayAnd for a split second they have me believing the sameBut in each agonizing moment that passes by, it all seems to be a cruel gameAnd with tear drops sashaying down cheeks once risen with smilesYou cannot help but wonder about …

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