Emmanuel Jessie Kalusian
A New Dawn
waking the fields!
That morning, after my father's funeral. Every shadow I saw in the
grass became his. The last one was so real – I thought it was a bird's
shadow but it was his. There is an Igbo word for hallucination. It's
called 'ara'. Though, it also means madness.
my work suit worn
Today, exactly ten years after my father's funeral. Because I'm bored.
With my girlfriend gone. I kill an ant at the window. Who does that
these days? When there are seven billion people to talk to.
news of war
a cicada sings
perched on my satellite dish
Anytime I laugh. Mother makes this comparison that my dimple is deeper
than my father's. Even, when I speak. She says it reminds her of my
father's teenage voice, and how she fell in love with it.
the cracked voice
of an owl
You know, my father was different than me. He was born in the morning.
Very early in the morning, my mother says. Me, I was born at night. So
my neighbour starts
praying in tongues