Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Poetry Corner: “To a vegetarian”

To a vegetarian do you not hear the screams at harvest time? Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner : “The lottery”

The lottery Grandiose plansclinched if only the lottery were woncomputerized swindledashes hopes on the rocksthe struggle momentarily forgottenfrustration rocketshopes dwindleonly to be rekindled before the next BIG draw Robert K. Stephen

COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence”

The Prison Sentence It’s been over a yearcowering by many in COVID fear Let me outta herebut oh no leave the house and B117 will cause my lungs to sear Realistically with vaccine delays aboundingwhy Pfizer chooses now to retool in Belgium is astoundingjust we when all hoped from stress we’d be rebounding politico-medico directivesContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence””

I Am Samuel”: The perilous state of being a gay man in Kenya: Annual Human Rights Watch Film Festival Canada

I was aware that Africa does not take to gay men in a permissive sense. The Kenyan penal code has been interpreted by the Kenyan judiciary to constitute a serious crime including imprisonment for up to 14 years. Angry mobs can descend upon a gay man and beat him to death. Being a lawyer, theContinue reading “I Am Samuel”: The perilous state of being a gay man in Kenya: Annual Human Rights Watch Film Festival Canada”

Virus#26:Chapter 38: “Tehran and Ankara pay the price”

Chapter 38 “Tehran and Ankara pay the price” As you can imagine with dirty nuclear bombs being used by Turkey to destroy two American aircraft carriers in Cyprus during the American 2028 liberation of Cyprus with the loss of thousands of American lives the American mood was revenge. The botched Turkish invasion of the GreekContinue reading “Virus#26:Chapter 38: “Tehran and Ankara pay the price””

Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again”

Mama Bravo strikes again Laughing gaily they take their seatsout of the hostile winter freeze to enjoy the cheap rum of sunny Cubathe plane hurtles down the runwaypassengers getting ready for those free drinks BUT! snap, crackle poplike steel rice crispies No time for a screamwhat’s left of the bodieslies steaming in a fieldand looksContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again””

Poetry Corner: “Monday”

Monday I lie in fear waitingpraying Monday morning is but an illusioncamouflaged amongst herds of angry zebraswho lay traps ofjoyful Fridaysto taunt its believers Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “After the Revolution”

After the revolution bodies strewn roasted by the hot tropical sunguarded by the stench and still moist from last night’s rain the aroma of rotting fleshcalls we bugs to the feast Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “The Cult of Personality”

The cult of personality The cult of personalityfor many meant finality Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Roasted Pigeon Droppings”

Roasted Pigeon Droppings Time said they were greatNewsweek acclaimed them a delightRolling Stone declared they were outta sightPlayboy advised them as a aphrodisiac at nightThe Financial Times could get you 10% off on a wholesale dealGood Housekeeping even gave them its sealThe National Geographic showed bare breasted natives scraping them off the rocksClearasil used themContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Roasted Pigeon Droppings””