I am scared of the winter as the summer is approaching Each day asking of a love that needs unfolding Quiet in the street, a heat boils underneath Matching the patterns of my feet, scuffed soles kiss concrete Too bold to become so obsolete we invent a secret greeting Kissing palm in one touch thatContinue reading “25 | 18:08.”
Not too long ago, I wrote and published a small collection of poems regarding race relations in the United States. More specifically, they contextualized the black man’s experience and what it meant to uphold societal values that are often seen as a threat. The second poem, was called ‘Freedom’. The first line is as follows:Continue reading “18 | freedom.”
you think harlem can hear me crying? i open my mouth real wide & howl – asking my maker to stand where two ends greet like old skins; burning paper. © CKN 2016
if i say it again & again once more i’ll find the feeling i once felt when i first met you © CKN 2016
A reminder to black folk, everywhere: A copy of a copy is a continuation of a lazy practice. A copy of a copy from a blueprint is a continuation of a lazy practice that was once an art form, respected. © CKN 2016.
On the 31st May 2016, I was fortunate enough to attend a book launch of the undergraduate creative writing anthology I was published in. The night was set to be a good one, showcasing promising young talent but I was more concerned with the fact that it would be the first time I’d perform poetry in frontContinue reading “5 | undertow.”