
Saturated Arrogance…

Moored within the secret cove…
The xebec gently rocked…
While men astern…
Secretly yearned…
To touch the captain’s frock. (more…)
Memories of my childhood days bring back the sharp pungent smell of river catfish, the earthy smell of sweet golden corn, the light buttery smell of mashed potatoes, the floury smell of homemade biscuits and the delicious aroma of fresh apples being stewed in sugar and cinnamon. Even though supper was not served until the sun started fading in the sky, my Nanny would start laboring in the kitchen long before. (more…)

The sounds of war…
Come rushing at my door…
The hordes and masses…
Who are here to dispel…
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She stood at the bow….
Eyes to the sea…
Her callous heart…
As frigid as could be.
Cold and obstructed…
The mephitic aroma…
Of her emotional melanoma… (more…)
