• (Watoto wangu weee )

    (Of those who miss them) If you were born in my era, then you’d know. That as kids, the songs we sang on such occasions defined what we once were. What, as time could have it, was lost along the highway to maturity. “Kids” we once were. As a kid I wasn’t the type to… Read more


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  • (Distractions)

    “​We once were our biggest distraction, we lost us when we couldn’t have us” She’s lying on bed, feeling not alright. She hopes that he knew, but he doesn’t. How else is he to know when she never told him. How else is she to tell him when they barely talked? She’s lying on bed… Read more


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  • (of things that became part of us)

    Everybody will tell you how to feel. The doctors will tell you to stay positive. Your family will tell you not to feel sorry for yourself. Your therapist will tell you not to be angry. But I will be at the other end, screaming, “I just want my life back!” I’m going through some shit.… Read more


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  • (You let a good girl go ) 

    You let a good girl go when you couldn’t keep it in your pants. She asked you to wait. She told you she wasn’t ready. She said she couldn’t have it yet. She said she was still laying her eggs, it wasn’t safe. But you couldn’t wait. Somehow you figured you can’t spend a day… Read more


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  • (Stay )

    I missed the grandest of chances to be with a beautiful woman. A decent woman who had the world’s best men cower at her feet. So I settled down for an ordinary girl who the world never knew of her existence. I gave her fame and the world knew her name. Maybe I’m the one… Read more


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Phill Ibsen, M.o.D

The Master of Descriptions

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