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    Becoming

    I SUDDENLY, a reed whispers between tall trees, Neither towering to be seen, Nor bowed enough to be dismissed. Skin of black tupelo , cracked By the whims of winter’s frost; Once supple, now sanded by stares, Whispers lodged in polite silence. I found solace in the shadows, The solitude of half-lit rooms Where the…

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    Bosongo

    I FROM DUST into shadow on the winding road,I am the lone witness to my returning.Silent rooftops beckon from afar,Echoes of laughter lost in time’s abyss.But what does this pilgrimage unveil?A mirage of memories, a drapery of change?I am the lone witness to my returning…In green fields where silence grew,Paths diverged beneath watchful skies.Bosongo, a…

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    Embracing Change: Lessons from a Pub Experience

    There are moments in life that serve as turning points, instances where we step outside the confines of our familiar worlds and immerse ourselves in experiences that challenge our preconceived notions. Recently, C and I spent an evening at Batholomew’s, a quaint pub nestled in the heart of the city. It was only our second…

  • Morning Talk

    Ignored.Hierarchized below the iPhone’s glow,its flickering altar.Tap for an answer,step for attention. I am no engine,no clicking mouse,no smooth glass pad.I am flesh and bone. Won’t you stop?Blowing past me,backpacking burdens I never asked for,boxing me in with demands,dusting my stories aside. I once lived.I still do. Listen. My stories matter.Each story needs a teller,and…