THE SONG OF LEAKS AND CALABASHES I leak away in words I cannot hold inside God. I leak away in the promises I am not enough to keep. Plus The hole under this...
Author - Marial Awendit
RANDOM HALLUCINATIONS I. wind when harmattan is clawed, devoid of violin strings; cobwebs. in its haste, my ears endure sterile songs only brown crisp leaves...
THERE WAS NO DOUBT There was no doubt He was the mad man Of our town...
