©️Copyright John Sloane Hello Summertime, Although I was expecting you to show up a little earlier, I’m glad you showed up nonetheless, I miss your cold evening breezes and life-altering daytime heat, But nothing feels better than the cloudless skies that graces my mornings, Or my hyper-fixation on ginger tea and salt crackers that comes…… Continue reading Summertime (Black &) Blues

And life goes on,In more ways than one,In the direction we don’t plan.Would you beat yourself up?Do you want answers to all the why’s?And life isn’t fair,You don’t always reap what you sow,Along with your harvest may come tares,Evil may be your reward for your good deeds.Would you despair?And life is short,Today you’re here,Tomorrow you…… Continue reading And life

I managed to find a few missing pieces when I did, I’m glad I did, With some wrapped up in some newspaper in the bottom drawers, Some sprawled out on the counter tops, The pieces were everywhere, Some were sharp, some were cold, others were calculated, Many were a combination of all three, When I…… Continue reading Missing Pieces

The number of times we failed did not stop us. Our limitations were not enough to hold us back. The dreams that never came true could not stop us from dreaming. Our unaccomplished goals did not deter us from setting new ones. Though we fall face flat in the mud, Though we get weak and…… Continue reading Tenacity

A one-bedroom apartment on Wahala Street costs a lost of money, A housing crisis befalls us, so I must press on, The garbage collection system is trash, literally, My dear landlord has not learned knocking etiquette, The walk from Wahala street to the main road for public transportation is an undertaking I have not gotten…… Continue reading Wahala Street

I have grown up reading about the wishing well in books by Enid Blyton, It was always the tossing of a coin into a well, Followed by the ‘plop‘ sound it made upon contact with water, Back then along with the characters I would have wished for plushies, Barbie dolls and an Easy Bake Oven,…… Continue reading The Wishing Well

5th June, 2012 A Tuesday morning spent alone, in fear, of course At home, of all places, where as I’ve said before, the toilet seat is always the most comfortable, Not yet legally able to drink wine but also too young to be charged with arson if I needed to set my house on fire,…… Continue reading 5th June

I called your name a few times and there was no answer, Granted it was all in my head, Figuring out that it was no longer okay to reminisce on you was truly the hardest thing I had to come to terms with, So all the laughter we shared now plays over and over in…… Continue reading Out Of Reach

Yesterday I met a girl with the prettiest eyes, She told me she was still searching for purpose, Surely it can’t be that deep, I said to her…as a joke, And when she laughed it was so hauntingly beautiful, And everything in motion seemed to pause for a brief moment, She smiled, said nothing more…… Continue reading A Perfect Pair