Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Poems

Delicious, soul-soothing, and thought-provoking words are birthed here.

“Deliverance” by Amao Williams Praise

DELIVERANCE (opening prayer). amen (the service began); then we became a congregation of choruses, hymns gliding through our tongues as we became a choir of hallelujah songs. this is how...

“Darkness and Light Roll” by Guy Traiber

Darkness and Light Roll   to Ofira, for the inspiration   In the times when darkness and light roll together I think about all the apartments I've been through narrow...

“Midnight Train” by Precious Okpechi

MIDNIGHT TRAIN   I sit on the soft palate of the midnight train and listen as the clouds hum stories of the dead and tell the reason why leaves let go...

“Back Home” by Segun Michael

BACK HOME   back home my teachers didn't teach me many things my teachers didn't teach me the african ways of breaking the storm on my body, or pushing back the waves...

Two poems by Alicia Marie Lawrence

Sun at Midnight To see into the heart is to dive into a pool sunlit at midnight - luminous lit and absorbing city lights, colours of multi-flavoured Christmas, holding...

“Old Things Make the Best Gifts” by Atanda Obatolu

OLD THINGS MAKE THE BEST GIFTS   If you must gift me a book make it an old torn copy preferably with pages gone brown and whole sections highlighted and...

“Wind of Words” by Adamu Usman Garko

WIND OF WORDS   The wind makes dunes in the eyes that lust. The toes that toe unpopular paths court tongues that cut as keen as blades. A lashing tongue is a blade...

“The New Pamplona” by Betsy Mars

The New Pamplona   In a long season of shattered illusions and broken barricades - I see London, I see France, then there's Charlottesville in our new Mein Kampf - Barcelona...

“Into the System” by Nwogbo Chibuike

INTO THE SYSTEM   I was into the system, A system I never anticipated to be so corrupt, A system that was supposed to guard the truth, And...

“Opening up” by OsyMizpah Unuevho

Opening up with line from "Hurry up please it’s time" by Anne Sexton   I'm each thread in the ripped jeans… it’s this feminine; it’s this swallow inside. Sometimes...
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