Friday, July 28, 2017

Poems

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

“Searching for Sade” by e.p. okoroafor

Searching for Sade   The night I died It was a battered blue sedan Struggling with its control, screaking and plunged down the old township road Manned by a stray...

“Whatever Language It Takes” by Scott Thomas Outlar

Whatever Language It Takes I will stand, steadfast, spine straight, ever-faithful, patient, with thoughts of you kept close to my heart, because I realize, right now, that’s the only way true love can be spoken.     Scott Thomas...

“Heron” by OsyMizpah Unuevho

Heron   faith; set patience in my eyes small prince of flight, yours, from the rapture of small wings over rippling river. i am less than mustard seeds, than the life you pick from...

“Pineapples” by Victor Ugwu

Pineapples   First time I ate pineapple, it b- roke on my to- ngue, I hadn't expected it to. I pulled it out & watched sun- flower dazzle in spittle. poked t- he mixture &...

“My prayer…” by Victor Ugwu

My prayer...   for, and inspired by a poem from, j.lewis   I am writing a prayer on an orange paper but it won't carry God's weight nor a holyghost-istic caffeine It'll...

“On a Cold Winter Evening” by Gulraj Singh Bedi

On a Cold Winter Evening   Running away from a dismal night Staggering down a lonely frozen track Out of nowhere began those silent screams They were shrill, overpowering...

“recycled reality” by j.lewis

recycled reality   ...rusted dreams, / dead spiders, and / the sad bones of / lonely homes. - from Iskandar Haggarty's "The Spaces In Between"   you...

“What is this Nothing?” by Daniel Olatunbosun

What is this Nothing?   You may find it nothing and another finds it something; before you think it serves no use, have you carefully thought about this thing you...

“Mists” by Ananya S Guha

Mists   Then again are mists the ambient is reality the mist seethes through hills, thin waif like I catch the embryo it floats into incantation of story, myth It is rare as rare...

“Rant” by Mary McCarthy

Rant   Your words like fists Beat me back Into a bad corner I Can’t defend Can’t see what you’ve got Coming for me As each hit blooms Like a bruise I Can’t cover That...
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