adrian-swancar-1154864-unsplash.jpg puddles of acquiescence 

are warm on days

when the air is bleak

the fingers are meek

and the soul is shivering.

when the veins

pop from skin

in luminescent green

and the lack of the serene

is everywhere.

when this life

 is lived

for sole purpose

of being lived.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Adrian Swancar



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



it’s just past midday.

the adieu

in a milieu

of hues

linger in the orange.

the seas

of leaves

sit still

on the edges

of the branches.

there is a luminescence.

in the absence.

of the stress

to stay.

and it is so beautiful.

© Hudson Biko – Poem and Photograph



i will stand miles away.

watching the shake

as it comes.

watching the break

as it falls.

watching the less

become more.

and still never

be ready for it.


© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sydney Sims