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Inheritance

Inheritance
I am blind of the famed Swiss crafter,

Work...

Work

I hardly use any force,

Thence; the Fear

Thence; The Fear

What will the stories of time tell of me
when my flesh has rotted away in dirt
and my bones cleaned by the worms of death
what would they say as they look up
their eyes squinting at the midnight skies
the stars that Adam and Eve had seen
the same ones than then denounce my breath

Bride Breed
Bride Breed Pilgrim's pride, is America, English is Europe and Our-communal ownership-is Africa. Therefore, the poem is an American story told by an African, in a European language. Let's believe the poet is dead and hear the persona.

PEN-Kenya Celebrates Palestinian Poet Mahmoud Darwish
	PEN-Kenya Celebrates Palestinian Poet Mahmoud Darwish KI poetry editor pays tribute to a Palestinian poet.

Inside the Convent
Inside The Convent Reply to Steve Partington's ‘Nuns. Khainga takes leave from his walk down K-Street to peer through the Convent.

Nuns in the Nairobi Museum
Stephen Partington gets cloistered in his second poem on Imagine Culture.

Private thoughts of a public man
private thoughts of a public man... Poet Mike Kwambo pulls the strings on our series on K-Street otherwise, called NairobiI's Red Light District. This poem could as well be meant for performance. Read on.

Brown Trash Beautiful
Brown Trash Beautiful A poem.

Change
Change Neema Ngwatilo's second poem in Imagine Culture.

Teacups
Eleven years old and accustomed to seeing
the Jacaranda trees carpet the hill-side
with their lavender flowers, loving them even
when they wilted and returned to dirt; I still hoped

The Legend of Existence
	The Legend of Existence Odiemo-Munara debuts on Imagine Culture.

We Weren't Taught That
	We Weren't Taught That Kimemia Maina in this poem celebrates the beauty of learning.

Fourth ballad of K-Street
	Fourth ballad of K-Street Khainga O'Okwemba persists on his walk down Koinange Street, looking, looking.

Third ballad of K-street
Third ballad of Koinange Street Imagine Culture's Poetry editor Khainga O'Okwemba continues his walk down Nairobi's Koinange Street.

Second ballad of Koinange Street

And the princess,

Special, delicate, cautious

Entertains her virile friend

big ass bed
big ass bed she was a sultry goddess that every man wanted to possess every time I looked at her I used to think…"you woman!"

Finally Levi
Finally Levi they told us you were dead months ago mbeki observed a moment of silence in your honour levi

The passing of a pauper
The passing of a pauper The day he died I was on River Road, scurrying past his sort

Becoming
Becoming It was cold, that moonlight dawn The day my heart long ached

Valentines
	Valentines It is that time of the year, valentines again Reminds you that you are still alone, once again. This is straight from my heart That's why I don't know where to start. ...

Letter from Kamiti

Letter from Kamiti
Baby girl,
The afandes wake us at four
In the early morning
As the familiar rumble of guts
Negotiate the murky corridors
That smell of potent body odour
I'm thinking of bacon and eggs
The scent of your sweet perfume
But my thoughts are interrupted
By the 27 men in the 2 man cell next door

They knocked over the bucket
Containing the bi-products
Of the prison's cafeteria system
They were fight
...

Dermis Dilemma
	Dermis Dilemma getting ready to slit the thick crust that covers the throbbing vein that is my pickle bleeding bled to dilute tears milked spurting rich like precious oils jewels of my own making drunk with troubles quenched by the hope of sweet wet freedom solid redemption only to start again but tomorrow ...