Obododimma Oha Was climbing a tree climbing a solar experience Was waltzing the temptations of the leaves Was wing in chlorophyll, greening my pathos Was in the shadows as in the mood of a flowering tan Was reading the spots on the skin of a talkative squirrel Was hoping a Nobel could xylem through to… More

A Quixote Against the Unreal Enemy

Obododimma Oha Windmills & mounted hostilities Riding down down down Roused, a dream in the rood Will charge the enlarged enmity The face you face the frame That rises from a script, The sight you slight the overwhelm Whose image/Nation melts the native pots So written from the margins So misread from the centres The… More