the idea.

of an ease.

in letting go.

the living.  

-the memory of feeling is so vivid.

© Hudson Biko


there are days

that begin

with clear skies

and lucid minds.

with a chance

at a new life.

how good is it.

the constant

inconsistent chance.

to begin

© Hudson Biko


the hope was sterile
in backdrops 
of winding clocks 
and days 
that seemed to stay 
for far shorter 
than the calendar 
made it seem
that they would. 
and there were times.
when the skies 
would cry. 
and the earth 
would shed. 
and the leaves 
just bled. 
and the dying. was everywhere. 
but. here we are. now. 
with the cracks. 
in the ice. 
and drizzles. 
on the window sills. 
all still. 
filled. with thrills. 
of new beginnings  © Hudson Biko


there are times

when i do not fear

the fall.

when i look at the streams

run down earth.

and think

of all the ways

their fall

helps the flowers


© Hudson Biko



in the bedlam

of days

there are times

when the haze

of yesterdays

will come in

and play.

and there are times

when the decay

of the better times

will come in and stay.

and we will


in the only


we know how

to ask

for a way

to make the less. less.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Lydz Leow