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Autobio pieces.

A Perilous Liaison.

Olatunde and she, knelt beneath the same cross. Sharing a missal, they were close enough to smell the sweetness on each other’s breath. They talked shyly initially, laughing unnecessarily, she, unraveled metropolitan inanities he, extolled the beauty of her wilderness. Thus, they came, breathless, into each other’s lives and reveries. Shared moments fizzed by, yet […]

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Fighting Ghosts.

“Here’s the pain I didn’t know how to name at the time… but here’s how it lived in me.” As childhood fades, memory tells untruths, perils of existence are like medals one accrues. Abuse silently absorbed and all anguish endured, psycho-genesis of sickness immutable, uncured. Thus I started fighting ghosts. With pyrrhic victories to boast, […]

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Autobio pieces.

Look

Look into my eyes, what do you see? You might see life but you won’t see me. Your fingertips caress, my skin becomes a wall, you show me off to friends but you don’t know me at all. Look up to the roofbeams, what do you see? You won’t see God but you might see […]

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Autobio pieces.

Against the Odds.

<  (I have experimented with line-breaks/word spacing etc)                                                                                      AGAINST THE ODDS     […]

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And No-One Said A Word.

“What’s happening?” The boy whispered through his fear. A man with taciturn smile missed the single tear- drop waiting, in the corner of his eye. The blur of passing images whisked the boy from his world, into another. Changed scenes, altered dreams. He was delivered… yet no-one said a word. Not a word from mummy […]

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From Daddy’s Shoulders

Written for my daughter when she was 18 years old.   Every breath I inspire has purpose; every single breath. Every heart beat has a motive, Keeps me from, yet takes me closer to death. Needful of meaning in the interim, ‘tween my conception and my demise I have procreated quite successfully; to four offspring […]

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Autobio pieces. Poetry

Don’t Wake Me I’ll be Writing

I wonder why I love to scribble profundities or arrant drivel, revealing clips of what I know, concealing bits that I should show? I wonder where these rhymes will go when they collide with what you know and how you feel? I wonder if the words I scrawl, intrigue, enrage, inspire, enthrall elucidate, attenuate or […]