On my second book of poetry.

The first draft is almost finished. It's been two days. I haven't stepped out except to have lunch. The days are getting hotter and hotter. No place to hide really. It's night now. The temperature has suddenly dropped. Hyenas are crying, dogs are barking, men are sleeping. I close my eyes and try to remember [...]


idly rotating along with everything how beautiful - moon rising nobody else watching nights like these won't be coming from deep red to orange to the final golden the sound of water dripping from a pipe cool breeze accompanying I imagine your body over mine, crawling. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

Getting on track.

I have been away since a month I guess. But I have been writing. I am writing as and when I manage to get time. Now that's a lie. I think I always have time to write. It's just that sometimes, I am not writing. But it's not like I am doing anything else either. [...]

Without choice.

a bicycle came with its bells ringing I heard it having no choice the birds chirping before sunlight even started falling I heard it having no choice the motor running since yesterday night lifting water up over my head I heard it having no choice I played some jazz none of that could carry away [...]