Poetry

"...A circus of daily death-defying events..."

"...dark scuff marks halfway up the hallway wall..."

"...a sip to forget the bitterness of war..."

"...Counting minutes, hours turn to days..."

"...Bulawayo was a fabulous visitor attraction, used to be spotlessness' cousin and definition..."

"...If that faultless chorus should never see heaven..."

Of Resurrection Men that used to snatch bodies to sell ...

"...Smoke and mirrors fool most..."

"...You'll get burned by your own desire...."

"...far from any care..."

"...To understand the definition of solitude..."

"...I'm telling you this because I seek to open up doors..."

Daniel Naman is a writer living in New York City. His work appears in and is forthcoming from Eunoia Review and The Piker Press. You can see what he's up to via Instagram @danbo88.

"...some clown who carries thick wads of cash..."

"...why not write poems while locked in a cage?.."

"...spin you a tale that will curl your toes..."

"...The actresses he hired jumped a bus out of town..."

"...she delivered speeches that eulogised woman freedom stalwarts..."

"...Let you see yourself without any sorrow..."

"...keeping count, on our phones, like a metronome, for the right hour to speak..."

"The blood of the Cape runs through her veins..."

"...but she has promises to attend..."

"...fired round after round and flew home with my thumbs raised..."

"...Nullities define our design..."

"...Every word illuminated<br /> with a parent's pride..."

"...If your ruler, to his or her discredit, has always run your nation like it's his or her privately-owned company..."

A wonderful epic poem you can read to any of your grandchildren.

"...what lies in the murky water 40 feet below the bridge..."

"...Every language becomes crystal clear..."

"...dripping rare honey..."