Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa

There’s a siren but far away, A kitten blows like tumbleweed down a street otherwise empty. The closed storefronts are vacant as dreams, and the traffic lights like absence before the raw, Streaks of wind, It is barely dawn, The …

~ In the summer, they are tiny, cotton puffs, thin with the need to escape … These winterdreams are heavier and take longer to sort. ~ unexamined life continuous digital glitch presenting as analog texture. In Fremantle we tour the …

SIMPLY BY SAILING IN A NEW DIRECTION A net of names drops into the illiterate sea. MY PRIVATE MISSILE CRISIS 28.03.10 Twice miss the mark by seconds. Quivering nights await The mechanic says my engine Is easily fixed Ignition falters …