April unveils proof,
within the course of fate,
during the days of downpour & rain,
frightening showers forge new ways,
for vibrant May flowers
to bloom in place.

of another's embrace
a familiar hand brushing my own
of physical contact
a warm safe hug
I am starved of another's touch
their skin against mine

Salmabanu Hatim  
Tanzanian wombed man,

said in a poetic mind, reading
the name and kind of mind we mean

realizing,
we are alive,
during times of living words,
present in one instant, to any eye…

Tall Story

works some magic, telling old
what we were told, old times

back when story seed got stored.

Stories some say old as words.

In between the greying
and the silvering
work and life
the sombre brooding of time
and the lull after the storms
poetry crept upon me
word by word
phrase by phrase
in a metaphor
letters from the heart
filling voids of loneliness
with welcome solitude

Fix bayonets
Fray raiments
Make payments
Throw dice
Get poorly
Sing lowly
Suppose
That's not
So nice
Then linger
Dirge singer
Half chips
Half fried rice.

you are fused within me
my cells have merged with your light
you are coursing through my veins
racing through the chemicals in my brain
expanding my lungs
my dna is altered
my signature changed
my vision enhanced

my soul received an upgrade
and it is you
pumping through my heart

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M