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    Verse: Zoom out

    (Originally shared on my FB Page on 12th December, 2019.) Zoom out. Zoom outtill the tips ofyour thumb and index fingerspan three days’ jour­ney,till rivers curve like the life­line in your palm,seed­ing civilizations. Then…

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    Story: Gladys

    This orig­i­nally appeared on mis​ter​agye​man​.blogspot​.com on February 17, 2017. Gladys started well. She had a real go-getter for a mother, the kind with a shelf stacked with awards and occa­sional appear­ances in the news­pa­per. (She was always…

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    Verse: Connection

    (Originally shared on my FB Page on 17th November, 2016.) Sure, I could hurt you.With song I could crush youlike a thumb upon a mothtill you crum­ble all to powder on the floor.But what for? Yes I could move you;With…

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    Undiluted Drivel

    Titles of sto­ries I meant to write (the con­cepts of which, alas, are perished): 1. With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemas? 2. My Homework Ate My Dog. 3. … (There was a mul­ti­tude, but their titles…

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    Verse: The Mountain Duel

    Context: I tried this idea on my page. This was the only entry… I had entirely for­got­ten about my offer to write poems on request, then yes­ter­day David Maja Salako wrote asking for “drag­ons and…

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    Verse: Child, Book, Pen

    There with the child, and his book, and his pen, The magic, it whispers and beckons and then Laughingly leads into darkness and lustre. And when the caravan finally returns, The child is…

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    Story: The Fruit of the Commute

    He approached the trotro at a brisk walk, at the pace of a man who knows he is at least thirty min­utes late and noth­ing can save him. He fairly jumped into the bus. As…

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    Swelter: To Be Uncomfortably Hot

    How about that sun, eh? It turns out I have sweat glands. It’s always nice to meet new people, I say. But I wish I could have made their acquain­tance under dif­fer­ent con­di­tions. 2015 is likely to be…

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    Living the Lie

    Warning: this is a pseudo-listicle. Recently I’ve been read­ing titanic writ­ing from GQ, the NY and LA Times, Esquire, Wired; learn­ing big new words like metas­ta­size and scro­fu­lous and pul­chri­tudi­nous— guess which one means…

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