you were my first
you could have been my last
you are my lost

And to YHWH
You are my first
You are my last
I'm no longer lost
Isaiah 61:1-3
" for ashes..."

- Mildred Achoch, 4th September, 2011


A big thank you to David Citino and his amazing, inspirational book "Paperwork", for reminding me that poems - and poets - are worth something.

Many thanks to my namesake "Mimi" Mik for taking the time to read my crazy poems, and for giving me her invaluable feedback. You rock!

Asante sana to Murfy's Flaw for being one of the coolest and 'down-to-earthest' Kenyan rock bands! And for allowing their awesome song "In Silence" to be part of the soundtrack of this book of poems.

I salute the prolific poet Phatalvision for reading ALL my poems! By the way sir, "old school" is "gold 'n' cool" :-)

I am very thankful to my mum, dad and sister, for putting up with me all these years. I love you!

Sunday, October 30, 2011


the psychological uprooting
the feeling of ended chapter
one more portion
of oneself slipping away
into the past

sit light to Life
to all its phases
The useless
word is

Poet's note: This found poem was created from one of Professor C.S. Lewis' last letters written before he died, portions of which were featured in "Seeking the Secret Place: The Spiritual Formation of C.S. Lewis" by Lyle W. Dorsett.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Mammoth Love

I grabbed at His love
like a starving refugee
scavenging for food
like a selfish child
snatching sweets

I needed more love
than a person could spare
I needed
the mammoth love

will never resent us
for the

of our need.

Poet's Note: This poem was created from a portion of Beth Moore's amazing book "The Beloved Disciple"

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Dying Jackson

Paris on the ground
balled up crying


Prince standing there
slowly crying


His eyes were open
his mouth slightly open

Call me right away
Please call me right away

Poet's note: This found poem was created from portions of an online article about the Michael Jackson case. The article was titled "'Shocked' Children Saw CPR on Dying Jackson"

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Unholy Ana!

a spiritual-ascetic flavour
fasting through
metaphors of bodily purity
food through
imagery of angels and angelic flight
Exhortations like
Ana's Creed and
The Ana Commandments

Poet's note: This found poem was created from the "Thinspiration" entry under the Wikipedia article titled "Pro-ana". I came across it while doing research for a photography project. Under this article, there is also an entry about Ivonne Thein's photo exhibition titled "Thirty-two Kilos", which was intended to be "a mocking and satirical take on pro-ana. To Thein's dismay, however, many images from the exhibition were nevertheless later shared online as thinspiration."

My take on Pro-ana? IT IS UNHOLY!!!

Friday, October 21, 2011

A Savior's Guide to Effective Communication

drawing in the sand
cooking on the shore
fig tree
dipping bread with traitor
walking on water
calming storm
illuminated on mountain
hearing heaven
descending Dove
eating a somber meal
with eternal significance

Poet's note: This found poem was created from a portion off my favourite book on prayer called "Creative Prayer" by Chris Tiegreen . The chapter is titled "God is Not a Formula". In this chapter, Tiegreen writes: "If Jesus had written a book titled "A Savior's Guide to Effective Communication", it would have no conclusion. It would be open-ended because he kept varying his style."

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

People Who Abstain (a self-poetry8?)

I used to be a whore
and so
so many are on
the complicated pandemic
of love
just thinking about it
can make you swoon

or wretch

easily-breakable bracelets
tossed carelessly
into the cellar

people who abstain
too ugly to get laid, living
under the alias of ‘abstinent’, ‘ unhappily
they wear glasses
read the Bible

and write

Poet's note: This is a found poem created from the description of an contest courtesy of the very young and very talented poet “greenewhiplash”. The title of the contest was “Watiting ‘til Marriage: A contest on Romance and Society"

Monday, October 10, 2011

Shoot Your Honour

my mind tortures me
with thoughts of what might have been
and what might be to come
I can feel my mind

I used to love what they were
how they thought
and now I dread it when they come
cause I loathe the way they make me feel

I am filled
that you who have no knowlegde of me whatsoever
have the power to condemn me

because you cannot see the pain
there's no blood
there's no screaming
so you can't see

your honour.
if you saw,
you'd shoot

Poet's note: This is a found poem created from a scene off the brilliant movie "Whose life is it anyway?" which I watched yesterday night on TCM! The movie is quite funny yet deeply touching too. I was particularly moved by the court room scene and it just screamed to be turned into a found poem :-) Here's the scene:

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Cult of Steve

church meetings
reach the grasp
of "mere mortals"
amid the chosen
Jobs invokes
power and precision
summoning up the sights and sounds of Star Wars, Space Odyssey,
King Jr, Kennedy
and Moon-walking

Poet's note: I wrote this last week (I think on 30th September). It was created from a passage included in a book edited by Glen Kenny. The passage is from an article titled "The Cult of Steve: All Hail the Prophet of the Personal Computer" by Wes Smith which was featured in the Chicago Tribune on 23rd October 1988.
The book is "A Galaxy Not So Far Away: Writers and Artists on twenty-five years of Star Wars"

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Introibo ad altare Dei

Introibo ad altare Dei
I’d answer like a Do-wop
Backup singer dancing behind the lead
Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meum
Those late-Latin hit tunes
Tantum ergo and O Solutaris, hostia
Competed with Richie Valens
Donna was her name
Skeeter Davis sang
To know, know, know him
Is to love, love, love him
Doris Day sang
Que sera, sera
The King sang
Ah well-a bless my soul what’s wrong with me
I’m itchin’ like a man on a fuzzy tree
The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
A world of girls with twirling skirts,
bobby sox and budding blouses,
Buddy, Skeeter and Elvis

Poet's note: This found poem was created from Citino’s “I Shall Not Want”: The Twenty-third Psalm Comes to Cleveland, Ohio” which is a chapter in his book “Paperwork”