“There are no terrorists in this location” Reads the title, In classic bold type, On Foolscap paper, On a dusty desk, Inside a police outpost in Isiolo. “The drilling rigs will make no difference to, The cows or the goats or the lives of the people, Who do not live here.” “The construction does not […]

Your thoughts are on pink. Pink elephants with floppy ears, Pink polcadot pillows, Pink rabbit-eared flip-flops with, Non-slip soles, Pink cereal, Pink hair bobbins, and The bright pink coffee shop, You would take her to, To apologise and review, Her new pink shoes. Why must everything be so loud? Bedraggled mops slop over, Tired hospital […]

You are – Living on the top floor, On a, Bunk-bed, In Finland, In a cultured, High-rise habitat, With cool, kitchen kettles, Where – You are not visited, Except by cameras, Or people taking your children away -evocative short poetry-

There’s a starfish in my tooth he says, A golden starfish nestling in the reef, Infecting the coral and, I’m in the deep blue ocean, Among sea creatures, Yellow and purple jellyfish, Undulating in the current, Stingrays swooping by, Luminescent seaweed hangs over caves, Like electric blue curtains, At a tatoo parlour. An octopus rakes […]

How far would you travel from where you were born? She spends more on her dogs in one week, Than the government provides for those in trouble. She’s a naturally happy person. The mottled concrete walls of the council block she’s moved in to, Complement her pock-marked, pink skin. For a rich person, She’s ugly. […]

          Her legs will be amputated but, Non-collapsible items like, Book-shelves and fathers Can make a space to survive. -evocative short poetry-

Dance music, Damp heat and talk Drifts to halcyon days of, Seventies groove and Afro’s ruffled, In the political funk of, Freedom fighters and platform shoes, Cadillac language, Smooth and languid, Dripping off honey colored lips like, Melting chocolate… It’s a card trick, And we are mesmorised by, Furtive glances, Over fanned cards, Fascinated by […]

Here you are, In a long, low, valley, On a horse, under sweltering sky. A single trail runs East to West, As far as the eye can see. The sheep-skin bags, Slung low off the saddle, Are empty. Bandits rode into town last week, And made off with a couple of dreams, Now you must […]

A time will come, When you don’t even, Own your own body, On the side of the road, A full breakdown not a common, Puncture, Leave your heart, it’s broken, Total mechanical failure. What will you do? Trust what you have given? Love, a blue opinion? You have only what you spent. You think you […]

If you can’t hear on broadband, Don’t blame the bandwidth. Empty yourself of cares, If you can’t tune into radio waves, Don’t blame the radio. Make a habit of creating time. -evocative short poetry-

I go to church and sit at the back while you tell me I’m going to hell I go to church and sit at the back while you announce the Dates for ‘Men’s Breakfast’ I go to church and sit at the back while you undress my sin, wanting to love me naked Stripped, beaten, […]

The broom slices across the floor,Cutting a precise path through the mess,Clean swathe through the valley,Creating mounds of discarded,Clothing,Pieces,Returning slowly to their original state while,Still holding plastic memories of the night out,A strong attempt at cleaning up,A fine start. Loose Birthday cards too, Steal up on you, Perched as they are atop, Passports from a […]

Friends can bring out the very best in you. A spectacular laugh a, Chocolate in need. Friends are magic creating magic. -short evocative poetry-

The fish comes steaming, and English is not the only language making sense. Here politics comes with dark green Kale spewing flavor, Kenyans having lunch on the Boulevard, Lakeshore strip, Victoria; Commitment is the idea that momentum cannot disrupt motion, that Committed, one moves forward, Becoming better, Choosing beyond the sound Of Visiting Americans, Prodigal […]

The machines do not run us. We are responsible for; Giraffes, Elephants, Rhinos, And Flaura and Fauna. Dried, Sparkly flowers may be intelligent, As the case may be. We may have to look after the galaxy next door, We hope they are thinking the same. Smells orange, like wheat, like oxygen like, Slippers when you […]

  My shoes are not where I left them. There is a dog howling in the distance, And the sound reverberates, Lifting the dew off the dense canopy of trees outside. The bamboo lamp beside the sofa, Sheds dull orange light across the Persian carpet, And I am not casting a shadow. I have, A […]

There must be an angel looking over your shoulder. There must be, even if you Never see her, An Angel. There are creatures on other, Worlds, That look like us but, For the clothing they wear; …delicate, gauze-like materials, that blaze… …yet do no harm. One visited last night, pointing out my story, -where I […]

When you are born, You know that you are, Here to change the world, And it is good, And it’s alright, To do your best. Then, You’re checking the curtains, Just in case, You run out of sunshine. -evocative short poetry-

I have always liked, Defiant Africans, Nelson, Patrice, Kenyatta, Martin Luther King, Groovy black men, Niggers with attitude, But they intimidate me, Black men. Freedom fighters, Bar room brawlers, And I rise from sleep, Sheened in sweat, Running away, Scribbling my number, On scraps of paper, On foreheads and trousers, On outstretched palms, And I’m […]

I squashed a cockroach the other day. A big, Fat, Cockroach. It was trying to get away and I squashed it. Not that I had anything against that, Particular cockroach but, I was bare-foot. I had tea, And biscuits, And was bare-foot when he made his dash across the corridor. It took some time to […]

I. We used to receive, in West Germany, handwritten letters from friends in Soviet Russia. Mail was read by censors so we established a code; If written in blue ink, True, If red, False. Letters would arrive, All written in blue; Everything wonderful, stores full of food, Apartments large, weather is good. We just cannot […]

You have to wake up Democratic or not Atheist or deciding Male or female You have to wake up. You must. By force. No, this is not a question of belief No, not one of freedom You are free. You have to wake up until You die. -evocative short poetry- Picture: Mondolithic Studios

Praised by a drunkard, Just when my craving for respect, From Oprah, Obama or The Queen, Seemed to be all the appreciation I needed, She, Walked in, Demanding demurely, hand Held out, just Two sticks. Her praise almost made me cry – she was so dignified tight dress not too tight, just so – Fabulous […]

She shifts with the breeze, Neon white with blue streaks, Antenna filtering the air for blossoms, Fabulous, Owning the street, Owning the couple, At sunset before, The African roundabout, A butterfly that will not let go, Wafting beyond reach, Before the hawk and Gently anyway – Ever been a glass-wearer looking for your glasses with, […]

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They sing for him, Swinging from heel to frail heel, Growing earth between the ground and, his casket, Bleeding love into the air Like orchids, Humming, They rise again And again their gently swaying busts, Move the air to and fro, To and fro, Intending that mother be comforted, Intending that her wet eyes, Smile […]

Smogasbord, and so Health, A dashboard of delights. Supine could be; Relaxed on a hospital bed, Goose down, Luxurious but bad for your back, Foam, Sometimes current but initially, Uncomfortable, A sister healed, A discussion beyond Mum, Silver hair framing, Ice-blue eyes, Wrinkles round a mouth; Ripe fruit is determined by smell, and A mango, […]

  So I thought about my brother and sister a lot this weekend. It’s not like me at all. You don’t count on people just, sort of vanishing. I’ve been talking about death since I was born, so with my Dad it was kinda different. I knew he was dying. It was strange. We both […]

He kills, While we are touching everything else, Touch-screens everywhere, Apparently God kills, In Catholic Garb, Violet, In Coptic yellow, in Jewish robes, God kills surreptitiously, At sunset, On bridges, through Garrulous Muslims, It is a mistake to believe that the only touch-screen around, Is email. God is a touch-screen. We do not remember friends, […]

We don’t dance anymore, And it happened so quickly. We sold our souls on the galactic market, For peanuts. The Earth recovered though, its Nature. We sold everything to be together, We did, and Life happened. This far down the line, we’re all that’s left and You still are, The most beautiful thing about me. […]

  Dreaming of; Colorful balloons on an African plain, Hot air rising, with Rich people making eye contact, Heaving brandy glasses at the bar by the salt-lick lake, Making new friends with, Levitating boobs or Buoyant balls, Out on the reef, whilst; Putting out lurid spread-sheets, At the office photocopier, With Sam, And his dark […]

We spend our days, Getting ready for tomorrow, Hoping the past will not catch us, The bad eating, the saccharin juices, when Now is the only moment, to Love, to Speak, Re-pack your life, forgive – Go, On an adventure or, Simply state your piece, It will be alright. We may yet, Save the climate. […]

If we are to be Gods we must, Musk, Be life forms using noses and spectrograms, Be blue animals, Hurtling through space, dentists Doxologists, Cobblers mending hard drives, Therapists, Slippers, Saving the world, Changing the climate, Becoming responsible politicians, Setting safe harbour as we go. -short evocative poetry-

It is raining outside. I am reminded that, Rain has rhythm. Rhythm has heart-beat, A beat, a Rat-a-tat-tat, Every city has its gangsters, its’ Street corners, its Unbelievers, every Heart has its beat, and Every beating heart, its’ God, Where folly is a pink bear, An African American, A bionic car round the bend, Sunlight […]

  I am right. You may say that I am not, but I have, Demanded love and, You, Are wrong. Black and blue and red hummingbird, I Know what I am saying, you Left the kids again, And we argue, Tall as bamboo we, Kill each other, Taking long hours to, Identify precisely who left […]

    They shot the cheese cake. High heels, Eye-liner, Battle-ship, Village people, Purple tortoise Yelling, The light of day, Grey, The road, Dim, Muddy, Single lane, Wet, Pools reflecting torch-light, Forest in sillouette, Trees in moonlight, Going home now, Finished now, Homeward bound.    

I would have to have eight hundred haircuts, To, Buy the ‘Professionals hair-cutter’ electric clippers I, Saw on offer, at the shop window whilst having a pee, and Trying to hit the resting mosquito on the wall, With my urine, -stream of thought- When, I noticed the incessant sound of welding, Work-shop beside the loo, […]

Kiswahili in Brooklyn, Mercedes outside, and I’m falling in love with my country. Seven days he works. Day’s off, he says Entrepreneur, he plays Doing what he can to cut hair well and, Provide a space For the rich and poor, The men and women, Who do their hair and freely discuss, Their politics in […]

​ It came from the right side like God, or a deer, a Migraine warning; Chemotherapy strikes at any time. Where am I going wrong? Under community skies and red roofed buildings, immaculate And unfinished, Holding on for next week’s rent, Even if you were alive, I’d not have listened, Missing a father to say […]

I hear God in cushion prints, Leopard pants, Ancestors, We Forget; What if it took place at midnight, would you Stack hay and win, Chicago with the broad shoulders, Hunt mosquitos, Midnight lover, the Ebullient wrestler in a, Pink Venetian mask, Would you, Be a brute, Pretending the contender was not God, Brisk breeze, Be […]

​ Builders will continue to build, and White folk dumpster dive,  In the winter anyway, In red, And blue overalls, scavenge – Scavenger, Some for profit, others fun, and I Cannot be a predator, I Cannot carry luggage, I Am dying, and Perhaps giving things away, a book or something will relive the pain, lord […]

Smelly in the corner, On a black, Leather sofa, We speak he and I with oiled bodies, we Recline at will, With silver-lined laptops, With morning beer in, Plastic cups, ice-cream Tins, we Touch minds gently across thrusting porn-stars, He and I, and we We will make it happen, Perhaps, Emigrate, Fiddle with love beyond […]

Never mind Lawyers, Children with no mouths, Never mind Inspiration, Write Now. Photo – ♦Personal♦ -short evocative poetry-

You punish me for telling you my fantasy, At night I lock the door so no one else can see, Refrain, Come Oberon! Able only to gasp at the splendor of the sun! Photo – ♦Natsumi Hayashi♦ -evocative short poetry-

Attack your assailant with the baguette, You are carrying in your hand. Soft weapon. Transgender toilet, Beat the crap out of the hoodlum, male Or female, Black or white, think Not you must explain, Why, during the attack Men should not wear, Flaming pink knickers, demand The sex of the person approaching, On the dark […]

You punish me for telling you my fantasy, At night I lock the door so no one else can see, Watch while the queen, In one false move, Turns herself into a pawn, It’s like- Drinking gasoline to quench your thirst until there’s nothing there left at all, I Went to the doctor I, Went […]

I don’t have friends, I do not think. Friends get married, and Drive bigger cars and, Have more intelligent things to talk about, better Places to go, are Becoming lawyers and doctors and ministers, Big people, and It sort of interrupts things. ♦photos♦ Jacob’s Ladder -short evocative poetry-

Cheese occurs at night, Counting lovers, Gerald Jason, Daniel, Some guy at the Holiday Inn, Leonard, Han, Rolf, Keshavjii, Simon, Like that, they Say a healthy lifetime has ten to twenty, Lovers. ♦Photo – Self♦ -short evocative poetry-

I do not have dreams that I remember but this is the war; That I was at Queen Mary’s trying to make up, For slipping, -skipping school- And now the scent is after me, evil Plastic lips and yellow handbags, After my own whiteness, Pure white, like Extra-pure, like Black is dirty, or something And […]

I am not poor. I am not weighed down. I am not ugly, fat, inadequate. Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough. I am rich. I am free. I am free. ♦Photo – Persian Blog, Omid♦ -short, evocative poetry-