Another terrible poem I hope nobody who likes literary talent bothers to read. Yet this is some way of dissipating anger at the unjust conversations taking place around me: 'I had a nightmare getting to the doctors,' says the lady, about her cosmetic surgery, on her luxury holiday. I wish to lean over and say... Continue Reading →
Language and millenialism are not easy. In fact, in this world where we must be careful about correctness, am I even millenial? Maybe I'm pre-millenial (I'm a child of the 80s) or post-millenial (as some kind of matter of personal stance on various theories and approaches). In any case, it is right that we are... Continue Reading →
In Banjul: there are open sewers criss-crossed by overhead telegraph poles. there are rusty tin-roofed buildings with moats of standing water. industrial rubbish lines the streets. naturally, there is dust. At the tranquil intersection of Daniel Goddard Street and Independence Avenue, a man pisses against a wall. In any other global city this would be... Continue Reading →
"Man is now able to fly through the air like a bird, he is able to swim under the sea like a fish, he is able burrow beneath the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise." Tommy Douglas
The young black wife of the old white man... ...laughs. At the table, in the restaurant, between the azure swimming pool and the azure sea. Who are we? Are we? to judge...? Human rights answers are not easy. I wish I knew them.