to the light that left before dawn: i am thinking of you, wondering why chicks break away from eggs, and wander far into blind roads leaving shells discarded and crushed to blend eternally with earth the landmarks that define the city of loss? the hills, and slopes, and curves, they reveal themselves day after day … Continue reading Poetry by Hauwa
THE GODS Were you not there, when my daughter was passed around like a rumour, one camp to another, searching for her lost mother. Were you not there, when my daughter was torn from under by so-called brothers of the area, who anointed her stomach with their body oil. Were you not there, when she … Continue reading THE GODS| Poetry by Femi-oladeji Makanjuola [Maximilian Kastro (M.K)]
God speaks in forms and shadows I did not fall from the sky or sprout from the depth of a sea --Servio Gbadamosi (Testament) God speaks in forms and I am a shadow in the likeness of thunder A shadow is the other nature of God and when the sun rides the day men … Continue reading God speaks in forms and shadows| poetry by D. E Benson
becoming one i hold your hand you fold into every line of my palm do not speak, beloved i love listening to you when you are silent when your eyes are more eloquent and in their light i find the path to love the way plants grow out of fertile soil seeking life, … Continue reading poetry by amu nnadi
ghost writer peculiar feeling stirs up redundant fingers; blank mind becomes a pool of priceless tales waiting to be drawn and fed to the world. sometimes, i am empty carrying myself with the grace of a barrel of echoes. other times, i am a river pouring out the mouth of a pen; black or blue, … Continue reading ghost writer| poetry by Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael.
loving you is sitting still as held breath, beside a smile on a cliff as the sun draws a floral gown on my face while my body and heart remain unclad as sand on the beach loving you is swallowing words that keep seeking redemption on my tongue after the heart casts them … Continue reading – for xxx| by Hauwa| a poem
absolution father bless me for i have sinned it's been the end of many sad songs since my last confession, and i accuse myself of the following sins: my body is a casket carrying a child's corpse. he begs me in the language of the past to play in the rain, to experience … Continue reading Poetry by Justice Gift Ogochukwu