a poem about what freedom requires from us (you and me)

a metaphor on social death

What does it taste like?

when good money always follows bad

All the reasons to leave the rat race

excerpts from J. Krishnamurti’s “Freedom from the Known”

excerpts from Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o’s “Decolonising he Mind”

no mercy, when keeping up w/…

such is the truth

There’s none in damnation.

Can there be freedom from the me?

yearns to be free

reach out to where the wild ones be

When the dish tried to run away with the spoon.