Monday, September 19, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
TWISTED ANGLES & OCEANIC HORSES
"Oceans, whispers and dreams...
At one point the breathy whispers of the dappled horses were my oceans of dreams.
At one point the breathy whispers of the dappled horses were my oceans of dreams.
Labels:
Accra,
allusion,
pensive,
poet's personal experience,
poetry,
prosaic poetry
PENSIVE SUNDAY LUNCH
Easy Sundays of turbulence.
Cocooned within a shell of stress, neck aches and love that cures the kink in my back...
Cocooned within a shell of stress, neck aches and love that cures the kink in my back...
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
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