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 hear the words you place before me on the flat groundI hear the words you use as a wall to block and shut me outI understand not wanting to come too closeI understand the heat is too muchYet...