Thursday, November 3, 2011

Such Is Life by Abel Phiri

Photo by Mgcini Nyoni

The melody of rain
pounding on the roof
amplified by the ceiling
watching cold through the window
in a warm home

Glistening tarmac
a stretch of colours
a kaleidoscope
along a bend to eternity
seem to stretch ,
fantasy of a bitter dreamer,

in  a scotched Kalahari
of excoriated longings
and lust.

If fate waste life
and life was fate
she would say such is
but fate are feaces
fate is a torn skirt
fate is a perforated trouser
fate is fighting  for a dollar
fate is a fat man
at the state house
but such, is African life. 

Monday, October 31, 2011

Because I Cannot Sleep In Viet Nam by Michael H. Brownstein

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When the morning sky flowers white petals over Ha Noi,
the dark rind of the mank cou fruit breaks it's skin open
and reveals everything red and beautiful like the way you smell
fresh from sleep, gorgeous and enough, the taste of sugar—
and when the sun spreads it's halo of pollen
and the I bite into the white fruit inside—
the exact color of morning in Ha Noi--I know
why I cannot sleep. An ocean, forests, mountains
between us, your life winding down as the sun sets 
and my life winding up as I watch it rise--
but we cannot watch it together—
you are not here with me, I not with you,
and the tasty fruit of mank cou in my hand alone. 
I need your hand to feel it too, I need you to share 
with me its taste, I need for you to inhale its breath,
I need to love you that much more.
Then I will sleep.