Being human is more exhausting, lonely and full of wonder than ever

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Life in the usually bustling metropolis of London, is still as weird as it was a year ago — relative to our neighbours across the rest of the world. Closed shops and subdued high-streets. Masked strangers with eyes full of suspicion about the unmasked among them (just imagine that scenario for a second — circa 2018). Panic rising like mercury and hearts skipping beats at the sound of two consecutive coughs — not to mention a sneeze. A romance renaissance via virtual dating. When I rock up alone at the supermarket, it has become inevitable that I’ll spend some time…


A sentimental love supreme

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It’s early February, 2021. On a winter morning full of nothing but grey sky — and the occasional rattle and hum from a train speeding by the back of my flat, memories flood my mind like disorganised archives. I sit in my front room flitting between staring out of my window and into the blank screen of my laptop. I’m trying to write a piece, offer a perception about love and how it intertwines with the human experience during times of challenge or ease. The world, our human conditions — are always subject to great change. Despite the invisible, deadly…


Restless in London

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Twilight bleeds into darkness as I look across the sky. Once again, I’m searching this expanding abyss of night and finding nothingness. Where are all the stars? I can’t be the only one wondering, restless in London — ‘jonesing’ for a dark sky full of starlight. I don’t know when I last saw a star, many days and weeks; perhaps its been months. I do know that somewhere — in the space between us and the edge of our Universe — billions of stars are hiding in plain sight. You can’t tell me that ain’t poetic.

Finding your way through…


Perception on a summers day in London

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It’s early morning. Dawn breaks across the summer sky over London and reveals itself as overcast. Soon enough — the sunrise occurs, but alas; there’s no sun up in the sky. To my mind, this doesn’t seem like a good beginning, but it’s a beginning nonetheless; so — ‘hello morning’. I breathe in the countless shades of grey and feel my lungs already filling with paint fumes — emanating from the freshly painted walls and gun-smoke grey front door from the house downstairs — wafting up through my nose and up to intertwine with this melancholy sky. With each blink…


In remembrance of a thousand forgotten memories

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The human memory has unlimited capacity. A rabbit hole full of wonder and moments calling us back to feelings, people and places long since out of reach — transporting us like time machines. How strange it is that the mechanics of how we can forget all the details — are the same ones that can trigger us to remember everything.

A thousand kisses

I hum a melody. Nostalgia pulls me in closer than lovers do, painting me over until I’m misty blue. I sing the hook ‘so kiss me…’ —on repeat in between more humming. …


Poetry

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If you are wild,
you flourish in the gap between wilderness and society.
Kindred spirits dance to the da DUM — of your heartbeats.
Renegades respond to your energy — like it’s a battle cry for peace —
whispering about revolution while uncivil wars rage and crumble cities.
With eyes wide awake or closed tight,
they know, they know
there is no time to waste,
you know, you know
social conditions need to change,
we know, we know
tomorrow is a day too late.
We’re surrounded by wolves, they wear no disguise.
Threatened by disease, disturbing our lives.
The world going crazy, has…


Poetry

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Sometimes you need more than one more chance at love. Time after time, I chronicle these trials and errors in love on printed and digital pages. Our love languages build in stages. In the meantime, we might come undone struggling to make sense of their meaning. Hearts spill out garbled words that compose themselves into ambiguous sentences, manipulating syntax the way poets often do. Lover’s need a love dictionary to archive any moments of clarity.

This is an interactive game of chance and intent. We’re all in too deep, bass-baritone heartbeats and thunderstorms on our tongues when we speak. We…


Prose Poem

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Under the street lights on a warm moonless night in the spring, the dark wraps itself around us.

We begin to fade. Faster than teenage kicks, speeding cars and racing heartbeats, trains on the track and dance floors pounded by dancing feet. This city love is a mix-tape of memories and symphonies. Season after season, our ambivalence reigned. So many skeletons rattling keys in our closets, so many ghosts intent on driving us insane. Seems like forever since we’ve been lonely together, falling up and down, tethered by fast breaths and slow touch, taken over by unstoppable emotions. …

D Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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