I sent you a letter yesterday,  which I hope you never receive.    I changed my mind  about every single one  of the simplest letters it contained.    I have changed my address  so that I will never receive your letters,  which will be returned to the sender  under...

—A Griot’s Song for Gambia— I sing of this land where rivers speak—while The Gambia flows in her verse,as narrow as a whisper,yet wider than a mother’s hug. For its waters are never silent—humming with shouts of traders,drummers, poets, and dreamers,naming...

The butcher's night outAt the fantasy barFun without a doubtHe didn't go farDestiny's dancingThe mood is rightAlcohol enhancingThe butcher's delightPrivate dance stilettosOn his shouldersHypnotic trance echoesMoney hungry soldiersIn the champaign roomDestiny's going downHer permanent tombSuffocated and boundTwo bouncers killed Heads...

I would like to think while you sleep there are demons crawling at your feet waiting for your impending death for they can feast on your rotten flesh they love those who preach blah, blah, blah, God all while sucking on the devil's cock hypocrisy is...