Monday, September 25, 2017

Poems

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

“Tracking Eloise” by Dale Wisely

Tracking Eloise   It is hard not to think of hurricanes as conscious beings. That we name them like people doesn’t help. We will have to wait and see ...

Poetry in Conversation: Michael Larri and D.E. Benson

Michael Larri: Monday mornings you'll be air you'll feel better and better because your mouth is home to music your bones carry old rhymes so smooth you laugh inside you become a...

“The letter ‘woman'” by Michael Larri

The letter "woman"   if they ask you why you look like broken things, why your mouth hangs open like its about to spit a thick mould of air tell them about...

“salvation/damnation” by j.lewis

salvation/damnation   i am awake, i am asleep i am neither, i am both lying in the naked heat of grinding, dripping nights i am dreaming, i am waking i am...

“tales of god” by Justice Gift Ogochukwu

tales of god   i bleed god, he is a trait from my father. i roll back my tongue to clean my throat before i pray, a habit i picked from...

“Obituary” by Michael Ifeanyi Akuchie

OBITUARY   once upon a nightmare. i, a proud young flower succumbed to death. it came as a forceful wind, sweeping me away. how do you hold yourself against...

“Museum of Lost Souls” by Shelly Blankman

MUSEUM OF LOST SOULS   She’s always by the door hunched in her chair serenading no one, braiding and unbraiding her angel-white hair, thick as rope, fingers bent with age, caressing each frayed strand,...

“Autumn’s Gift” by Abigail George

AUTUMN'S GIFT for my sister in faraway Johannesburg and Caroline Loneliness eats me up from the inside. From my heart (can you believe that). I mask it with perfume. She...

“Barefoot” by Abigail George

BAREFOOT for Vincent, Julian, Hilton and Mikale I know this country. His Country. Once it was mine to hold. A gathering-wrangling crestfallen Miniature world of longing Dying to belong to...

“A Son’s Song” by Esi Mensimah Eghan

A Son's Song   The sweet songs had been replaced by Sad ones “How long will man worship greed?” I wondered “How many sacrifices will man present for...
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