Literature
I remember throwing stones
At the village silence and
Laughing at the ripples
Tonight,
I remember eating it all
And throwing it back
I remember
The headache and
Mama?s bitter herbs
The kicks from my uncle and
Empty knocks from aunty
Even the toothless laughter
Of the old witches?
I love them all
This middle of the night.
© Sumaila Umaisha
- Petoskey Stones: Decorative Objects, Hyperobjects
Shortly into Ernest Hemingway's "Ten Indians," one of the Nick Adams stories, we read the following paragraph: They drove along. The road turned off from the main highway and went up into the hills. It was hard pulling for the horses and the boys...
- Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Books From My Childhood That I Would Love To Revisit
Here we go again, you know the drill by now. Thanks to Broke and the Bookish for hosting this wonderful meme. This week's list is very nostalgic, bringing us down memory lane where we reflect on books that we loved during our childhood and would...
- Books Beginnings On Friday: Animal Farm By George Orwell
It's that special time of the week again! Props to Rose City Reader for hosting this meme where book bloggers share the first line or two from their current reads and provide some first impressions. Here's mine: "Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm,...
- Ilema (short Story)
It was dark. The darkness was so thick that you could carve it. Dark and wet. Very wet indeed, for it had rained non-stop for over two hours, beginning from 10 p.m. But now it had ceased completely. Everywhere was quiet and still, except for the hooting...
- Fasting! (poem)
The name is not the substance is the name it is not the fasting but the hidden presence of food drawing saliva from hunger?s mouth when giant yawn halted mid-air replicates through the simmering desert sucking tears from open sockets there is no lie...
Literature
I remember...
I remember throwing stones
At the village silence and
Laughing at the ripples
Tonight,
I remember eating it all
And throwing it back
I remember
The headache and
Mama?s bitter herbs
The kicks from my uncle and
Empty knocks from aunty
Even the toothless laughter
Of the old witches?
I love them all
This middle of the night.
© Sumaila Umaisha
- Petoskey Stones: Decorative Objects, Hyperobjects
Shortly into Ernest Hemingway's "Ten Indians," one of the Nick Adams stories, we read the following paragraph: They drove along. The road turned off from the main highway and went up into the hills. It was hard pulling for the horses and the boys...
- Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Books From My Childhood That I Would Love To Revisit
Here we go again, you know the drill by now. Thanks to Broke and the Bookish for hosting this wonderful meme. This week's list is very nostalgic, bringing us down memory lane where we reflect on books that we loved during our childhood and would...
- Books Beginnings On Friday: Animal Farm By George Orwell
It's that special time of the week again! Props to Rose City Reader for hosting this meme where book bloggers share the first line or two from their current reads and provide some first impressions. Here's mine: "Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm,...
- Ilema (short Story)
It was dark. The darkness was so thick that you could carve it. Dark and wet. Very wet indeed, for it had rained non-stop for over two hours, beginning from 10 p.m. But now it had ceased completely. Everywhere was quiet and still, except for the hooting...
- Fasting! (poem)
The name is not the substance is the name it is not the fasting but the hidden presence of food drawing saliva from hunger?s mouth when giant yawn halted mid-air replicates through the simmering desert sucking tears from open sockets there is no lie...