Poems from ngopes
Momo Memory
At dusk, he wears a black cotton turban
wraps a red strip lungi around his
waist and carries a white strip of cloth on his...
Unknown City maze
That rainy morning, the roads were slow,
with dusty buses, slapped with
marks of loose dirt and trace of vomits
on its...
The only reason I live my life is to live
And I am not sure if it’s worth living.
I live my life in the burst of little happiness
That...
At dawn, I locked the door from outside
and put the keys in the side pocket
of my white shirt and headed
north of my house on narrow
trails...
That evening, He reads the
list of names out for me from
the sheet of paper in the living room as
I write the names of the invitees
on...