Month: March 2024

Of natUre

It is far too vast to ever grasp meaning or purpose. There are only questions that we may ask. what is its function? We speculate, pontificate its existence. Is it beneficent or other? We wander through life wondering what we will discover. For who can say, why sound is found or darkness lights the way. Who gave the snake a rattle as bait, to fill his belly with rabbit’s fate. And why does water sustain all order, in life and death? Would it be odd if water was God and we were he or her? Is death a thing and what does it bring, that disguise it from the living? Why is the weakness of one the strength of another, for both predator and prey – and is it good to end a life to feed another day? Or does it matter in a dream, whether we scream or obey?  Where does existence end or begin? What is infinite or finite, why does nothing not exist, yet everything does? Why does dark appear in light or light appear in light? What is dark about the night? 

by K. Osei

the CaRdinal

in the ground i found the cardinal in every step. like roots from the butternut tree it satiated me as i wept. in my blood i felt the flood of every cell, rushing to my head, arterial red, on the wings of a bird, like the word – reduced within from the sludge of sin. I am well.

by K. Osei 

fRee the SeeD

a kernel yields the corn,
from a sperm man is born.

amidst the dark, underground, 
not the grave; life is found.
in the black silent night
essence strives for the light.

reign of scorn seeks control
of life in and out the soul.
it is nature’s unnatural greed
to own a life, destroy the seed.

in the ovary hangs the egg
awaiting zygote to be bred.
within the power to abort
life became political sport.

man attempts control creation
in a lab cross pollination. 
hybrid seed makes it known
it can’t succeed on its own

what is want, what is need?
hoarding provisions.
free the seed!

we the damned or the doomed?
corporations consuming consumers
who love to consume.


victuals of death
attempts to capture life,
can’t catch the breath.

recycling of natures creed
has placed life beyond the seed,
no beginning, without end
a string of things looping agin.


by K. Osei



firePit taleS

fire in a pit 
on a cool fall night,
shadows of things
dance in the light.

what demons hide 
beneath the flame,
the deeper I stare
radiate ashes of shame.

lurking the annals 
are horror’s untold
tales of a time  
dark and cold.

deep in the pit
the past unfolds
festering the fears
of a nine year old.

though deeds have past
yet they remain,
as figments bask
within the flame.

by K. Osei