By Me We Spoke

By Me We Spoke

Stolen Across swollen waters To you, thousands of us were Pieces of wood, tusks, brass To tickle the fancies of heartless merchants and enablers of violence But you were wrong. A heist of brass and wood and ivory Murderous desecration of our revered palace Over a...
Oil Field Monologues

Oil Field Monologues

The noise from gas furnaces burning across the Niger Delta make it impossible for parents to whisper to their children. Whispering may sound conspiratorial, but parents cannot even speak normally to their children – a thing people take for granted. The explosive...