Coffee Break

Missed

It's a kiss I missed, a kiss I should have caught.But I let it slip, and I let the moment pass.And now all I've got is a memory of a path not takenAnd my mind, to imagine all it could have led to.

Beguiled by Night- poem by Issa Dioume

(First voice)Tonight I take the leapI speak the words that creepI touch the withered handAnd say: "have me again, old friend"(Second voice)If you go away as I know you mustThere'll be nothing left in the world but dustand the hallowed wind to play silence's tune On leaves of branches, beneath a dead moonShould you choose…

Style Training With Ursula K. Le Guin, Exercise, 4 (part 1) Issa Dioume

I lifted my head and looked upwards. Clouds of all shapes and sizes were congregating; showing entryways for nuances of light-grey and dark-grey and grey-grey all over the sky. And soon, towards me, a mizzling came tumbling down. And I let it. Droplets tinkled on my face in explosions of fertility, and the sound of…

Improving one’s prose in minutes #2: Pleonasms – Issa A. Dioume

Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.