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I Call Him James Bond

If anyone had told me that I would one day be seated across a table from James Bond at a fancy restaurant with three full pages of the menu dedicated to French and South African wines, I would have scoffed at them… Continue Reading →

Street Sweeper.

I street Sweeper, I could you tell you my dreams! While I sweep, sweep clean all the alleys and bins, When I sing, sing songs of the cars and the clothes, That maybe one day, would give me a face… Continue Reading →

An Accountant’s Journal

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone’s throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding… Continue Reading →

Dance of Death

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone’s throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding… Continue Reading →

Empty Nest

I’m seated on my couch pretending to watch the current episode of Scandal. My cellphone is on the floor. It’s ringing. I don’t know why it won’t stop ringing. I can’t tell who would be calling me at this hour… Continue Reading →

So it goes.

You wake up with the rising sun, Drench your blood in your favorite variant of nicotine or caffeine, You are wired to toil till the sun sets, Fueling at preordained intervals. The moonlight glow marks another chance to rest, To… Continue Reading →

Məshē

We rushed, Our worlds about to crush, Now there is just a hush.   Script n Ryhme by Shedyk.

Transformation behind the razor

A soothing reggae tune oozes from the speakers Its message far more ominous and compelling, Sharper than the reverberating razor in his hands.   He gently cleans it in the best way he knows how Pouring over it a glistening… Continue Reading →

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