we were always taught

to be careful of the matches.

always asked

not to stand

too close

to the flames.

always kept

so far

and so wary

of the fire.



were we meant

to be ready.

for worlds


to burn

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by guille pozzi




what about. the chance

of gold. at the end

of rainbows.

of magic. in the

things we understand.

what happens

to that

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Velizar Ivanov



raised hands

wavered in bustling rooms.

as chairs sank

and walls bled

and hearts drowned.

and there was a way

the world fell still.

and rose.


all at once.


© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro

i woke up late for work today


i woke up late for work today.

not that i wanted to.

the sparrow

did not crow.

the alarm

did not ring.

the birds

did not sing.

i found myself

at ten a.m.

with lingering lids.

that felt lighter

to open.

with a heart

beating at the bloom

of the day.

with a new life

pouring into the old.

it is a beautiful thing.

how the things

we want the least

can be the ones

we need the most.


© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Ryan Moreno

A Rush of Green (with Nandita)

Had the pleasure to do another collaboration with the exceptional Nandita. Her majestic verse was absolute magic to write off.

when twilight shines
and pins it with a star.
when the cuckoo sings,
and the mountains stand tall,
when the birds chirp and
she looks at me
with the depth of an ocean,
when her lips tremble and
her eyes reveal all
that she wants
to kiss me as if
there is no morrow…

the cesspools of sorrow
at the seams
of translucent dreams.
as constellations of green
caught in the peal
of the iris
rush in beams
as quick
as the flow of seas
began by the gentle breeze
seized in serene of their peel

© Hudson Biko and Nandita Manan Yata. 2018.