Poems from Akoso Teryima

My eyes puke blood To mop up the dust of archived hurts I burn the ocean and flood With the fire of my love-drought heart Like serpentine...
Away from the noise Squander time to explore The silence amidst the voices The breath in the pulse The sigh in the quiet The panting of...
Mr Pride S. Dust Self eulogy is an ill choice Its a steep down the slope The arrays of pride-scope Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft An...