Winterized Love Grip those affections in hands, Love then slips between fingers. Love, you have me in any case. Build a fire in the snow, In the most melting warmth, Have a heart-to-heart, Of the sincerest nonsense. Long waits before the lights, We'd have lingering kisses. Love, please do not worry. Let the heat flow as they please. Around the enclosed car, Into the half-closed elevator, Settled in the wide open bedroom. In the dead of winter, my love, You are the sole f

Massachusetts Without Me You cherished the pilgrim state delighted in its colour its limitless appeal its end-of-the-world feel. You were the kitten to Rockport’s cradle- it pushed you off course shifted your perception of what you considered an idyll. It was the good Doctor Jekyll, not the belligerent Mr Hyde whom you left behind. Salem smiled, Boston beamed and I faced east, ill at ease that you were content without me. A Strand of Hair The strings that linked us have b

Hello After Anthony M. Kwavah When a poem finds me in the midst of people, I bend my body to trap it and scrape its surface. I go with a few words—anything enough to exchange pleasantries. To find its delight. To let her know me. When I bend in my welcome, I give her my hand, like paying off a public transport fare, and I ask, How far can you take me? She smiles rather shyly, like the sun using clouds as her cover. What gives her light away must be the wind. I allow myself to

Shape shifter  This would be the first time I’m saying that every opposing side knows their rights and has their lefts stashed in courage. Just like people at the end of the war will see six out of nine, it’s the same way no one can convince the others that it is not nine they are seeing. I’m writing from the middle of disagreements, understanding that I can never be in the shoes of anyone or point fingers at their shortcomings.  In class, I argued for the people who upheld