Nostalgia Childhood Poems

When I was a boy,
I was snarky and coy,
I learnt the lessons,
when the bullies
beat the heck  out of me
and too right as this
was my...

Read More

Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue,
Music calls, the laughter too;
Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin,
And pull us gently further in.

The air smells sweet with...

Read More

Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
We have gathered
On grandfather’s stoneseats
After a hurried meal,
This moonlight...

Assemble, children, and hearken
To the tales we know
And heard from
Our fathers...

Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
Oruru otu mgbe...

Read More

The hollow remains unphotographed.
Memory, not landscape, frames it—
a road cleaving winter in two,
children laughing while gravity
negotiated its own terms.

Neighbors spoke without flourish.
Their kindness was practical,
never...

Read More

ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort...

Read More

We ate the windfall
Jillie Bulson and me
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree
Apples and pears
Plums and cherries
Then the kitchen garden
To top up on berries.

Constitutions like iron
We...

Read More

As a submissive and passive lad...

and boyish looking sexagenarian
with similar disposition,
I revel(ed) reading in general
(and spent carefree idle summer days
squirreled away with tomes
of posthumous authors)
buoyed...

Read More

There was a field behind our grandparents' house in the province.
A wide one, green and glimmering, where the rice stalks swayed and the dragonflies danced.
Back...

Read More

The pavement claims ice cream from little sticky fingers. Cries echo through the air, tugging at the heartstrings of first-time parents. Turned-out pockets disarmed, everyone...

Read More

noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.

children shriek!—a liquid...

Read More

A void within me calls
wanting only what I've never had,
but I've always seen.
The taste of a possession so illegal,
It's to die for.
as literal and figurative...

Read More

Pixie within the pink
let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance
Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound...

Read More

Under the solar system
in our basement I sat,
copying schematics of
superheterodyne radios
from a book on electronics,
while my dad, across from me,
stood at his drawing board 
illustrating...

Read More

Oh, if I could see once more
a gumball machine in a grocery store.
Alas, these days, I never do see any,
although, they only cost a penny...

Read More

Wandering in the corridors of my heart 
Somewhere in a mystical part 
I came across a curious door 
But It felt like the  life's...

Read More