• Poetry

    Papa’s Field

      Tonight, I’m a little girl again. On a reverie to the days my soul was free, And my feet danced carefree To the rhythm of the wind; I find myself in Papa’s field Chasing sunshine with glee, Chasing blightsomely When the sky loses its glow And heavy downpour threatens my gaiety Outside my window, tonight, The sky wears a frown, Unnerving the zeal of starlights; The heavens weep sore on my ceiling, Pouring hard like the waterfalls that cascaded Down my glands three moonlights back Tonight, I should be toasting to misery again Like every other night these downpours Unlock the ocean in my glands But my soul is…

  • Spur Lounge

    Twelfth Day Blues

    On the twelfth day of the New Year My true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming La la la la la La la la la la… Five golden rings… Twelve Days Of Christmas (never mind that I exchanged the Christmas with the new year) is a beautiful song we sang as kids. Carol services were incomplete without a rendition from the children choir. We sang with so much zest, like we were singing along over favorite kiddies rhyme. If you really want to know how much a kid adores this song, listen for the fifth day of Christmas. A smile flickers in their eyes as they scream: “five golden…