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Stuff of life
I want you and I to talk about the stuff of life. The tiny breaks she made when she threw those words at me. The year, the month, the day and the minute before those invasive bacteria took mon papa....
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A little song
Leave me be? Don't ask me where I am going Because there is nowhere to go I am the monster freed from its cage Who takes the world for his stage And refuses to be held hostage By culture, glory or age...
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Muhumba
Muhumba is a street I lived in for two years. The way you pronounce is by putting your lips together as if you were about to kiss and make the sound that cows make: MOOH and then OU and then MBA. That...
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I don’t know what to say
There is blood being spilled. Limbs are being cut. Men, women, children, loved by someone are having their lives taken away. This is all happening in the East of Congo. I left pieces of my childhood in...
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No Breath
The past always plays on the loop on my large TV screen day and night I could close my eyes and the voices and the faces are still there “Take your pills, son” “Don’t let demons in, son” “Fight the...
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Souvenirs d’enfance ou Tango To Zalaka
A young man holds near him a snotty little boy, They are sitting in a 80’s Rang Rover. This picture flashes another memory The same snotty boy riding a green Mercedes car toy in the living room. This...
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Comatose or How Long Before I Pull the Plug on this Blog
The heart monitor shows hills and valleys that look different from one another the Sodium Chloride bags are changed every two hours providing the necessary fluids A foley catheter collects dutifully...
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