National Call to Service | Francis Annagu

a tear fell that day from the coast of ivory for the souls of juillet, jimi, babet and bambara and landed in washington dc a tear fell that day from a plantation in mississippi for jude, whipped and smoked cealy, leashed and yoked phoebe, tarred and feathered jupiter, penned and tortured and landed in washington…

In the stillness of forever as the sun closes its eyes I look up into the black of night in awe of the universe where stars house themselves inside the mystery of sky through telescopic eyes the wonder of its vastness gives pause to question does life live beyond time earth’s ceiling of theories cups…

Back in 1989, when Allan Bloom’s indictment of what has come to be called “Woke” was current (“The Closing of the American Mind”), Bloom and a professor named Gerald Graff appeared on an afternoon talk show. Maybe it was Sally Jesse Raphael’s. It was meant to be a debate. Bloom was adamant on the distinction…

dreams come truethat didn’t beforethe world as you wanted itbeing proved right in being unsure meeting people close far away from youpeople you missa coincidence that turned outto be your golden destiny with a kiss having courage to talk about somethingno need to feignbeing at favourite virtual YouTube concerts in the fleshhelping mosquitos to bugger…

Schmaltz Alert One whole loaf of bread, a baguette sliced lengthwise in half though of course they never say baguette in Vienna, they had other words in that slightly grimy dark bar where I first saw it displayed in a poorly lit glass case next to a plate of what I mistook for burnt chocolate…

I suffer from insomnia I sleep for an hour if lucky, others view me, think I have gone insane. They are fools. For that happened after the first time I knew poison that is love. Happiness moved in and my mind escaped like some cat who saw its chance then fled never to return. We…