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Reincarnations

My gods Look at me Like gelded phantoms From the ruins of their tombs As I supplicate to foreign gods And they serve me well Maybe better My deities toss and turn Trying to catch my attention Managing momentary accessibility In my
April 6, 2024
Quentin and Eve Smiley models at Casa Kiboko Bay

Kintu’s children

As many as the grains of millet The millet, that Nambi forgot in the sky The sky that descended Walumbe the night of death Eternal celestial struggle of never ending light and darkness Where triumph is death and burial, deep in the
March 5, 2026
Lake Nyanza

before maize there was mtama

Balancing on a board of wood The other side extends a greeting We touch in water and they desire to pull me under Beneath the weight of water and wonder The fear of gripping mud and becoming part of this tectonic movement
February 26, 2026
The skyline over inyanza

Bennu

I had seen the white bird before, but not this one. It stood tall, glittering in the sun like a great white boat as big, the size of a man; that I struggled to make out its stature as it floated on
February 26, 2026
Mailu after 430 book launch

god sees so much sex

The fuckle of creation, is in the deliberate sounds of nature The throttle of abandoned power and supplication The multiplicity of it in plain sight and multicolor The risk of death in reproduction and renewal in shared knowledge The path of a
February 19, 2026
Lake Nyanza

princes of filament wings

Under the red mound built in spittle of gang workers without pension The last surviving termite mound stood on my door, The colony almost collapsing, from the poison I poured into the subterranean empire, like a farmer We will make it for
January 29, 2026

Killing a god

They will come to you Son When the world Is at a precipice They will be desperate And you, Clueless Keep this wisdom That history grants you That when money’s power is at a zenith Tyrannical And they are unable to control
April 6, 2024