• I Wish I Were A Little Nightingale

    I wish I were a little nightingale
    To sing again and take away the woes of Keats.
    How I wish I were the cool and tender breeze
    That comes under the cover of night... more »

  • Winning Loses

    B'éyìn jábó, omo inú è fóká....
    I ran through the streets of sorrows to call on sons of joys,
    my feet flow with blood but onlookers taste of it the sweetness of honey.
    A cauldron in the icy home of a friendly witch,... more »