Bohemian Heart 

The other day, I dreamed of  a little cabin with mud and hardwood walls and old fashioned neon orange light bulbs hanging from the ceiling on thin, long wires. You smelled of pine and raindrops and you danced with me to the beat of our bare stepping feet, A charged …

The Murky Fraud of An Education System We Cling To

It’s almost the end of another school year and our instructors are feeling ultimately more superior and entitled than ever. It’s been said by many that school makes us stupid. I don’t know if it actually makes us stupid but I do feel stupid sitting in class and not knowing …

Poetry

It’s not bad or good It’s real or fake Because there is no good or bad sadness There is only real or fake. Let’s take that ink to paper Who the hell cares if it rhymes? But listen, You stop being the person who enjoys parties Or anything much You’ll …

I Can’t Bring Myself to Title This

Chauvinism is exaggerated nationalism. Every time a new Teddy Afro album drops, this feeling seems to fall like thick mist all over Addis Ababa. I first heard the new Teddy Afro album in Mekelle and it didn’t do anything for me. I think I even got a little angry at …

Here’s To a New One

The Story of I Part one I showed my writings to a smart little boy once I knew I could trust him because he eats sunbeams for breakfast, he stretches to kiss magenta skies at dusk and almost always smells like a coffee ceremony of roasting beans, popcorn and incense. …