like bees
buzzzing
released from
beehives
prepared to sting
with everything
I tried to leave
behind
/
with everything that
we
could be.
And I still got stung.
© Hudson Biko
like bees
buzzzing
released from
beehives
prepared to sting
with everything
I tried to leave
behind
/
with everything that
we
could be.
And I still got stung.
© Hudson Biko

I knew you weren’t who I thought you were,
when you
asked me
to
ask you.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Brandi Redd
It’s almost as if
your mission
is based on
the reignition
of
faltering
emotions.
© Hudson Biko

Hours turned into minutes
as if time was ours
As our words
spilled out
in bouts
of
ascending gradation
in an intoxication
that held
an infinity of potential
ramifications.
that held,
before they descended,
into a combination of vexations
and unfulfilled expectation.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nicole Mason
He
lumbers
across fields
painted in hues of
green and white.
Leaving
fragments
of exerted strength
they call sweat
Set
in subsets
of upsets
they ultimately call-
regret.
© Hudson Biko