Browsing Category : Poetry

Undoing Time by Ajibola Tolase


We begin to journey back, mother and I, so our arrival could mean we never left. The canoe is a tree again and we do not speak of what was after the chiselling —the alteration of the continuous property of time. She said our understanding of light will give meaning to sequence; light intensity being our day-measuring tool. We take…






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The Great Ulysses by Jeff Burt


Bound to the mast–it’s not so much about Ulysses hearing a deathly hum or a seductive sexual whisper. It’s more about how the man in power ordered the sailors to not listen. It’s a division of labor story, it’s a story of the elite with the opportunity while the poor men slave away. The insurance executive with his secret Bieber…






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Sacrifice by Romeo Oriogun


Deep into the night, my father and I creep into the field as he breaks me into what lives after a prayer, how do I say what holds no language, what lives in your clattering teeth like songs begging to be free; this isthe night a son knows what it means to look like a mother, what it means to…






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the moon’s light cut on st. stephens day by Richard Anyah


across the moon plains, past places where light is harvested i was cut, on the feast of stephen when stones hurled themselves, in repetitive orbits. i had become laika, fossilized into moon rock the grimace you see on lit nights. sometimes i seem to ask “are you scared”? but the reverberating silence leaves me petrified instead. how could i not…






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transitions by Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu


her body is secret pathway for refugees fleeing the burning city she was once part of she was her dreams; stagnant, unmoving, faint and looking to find a star until she became a tunnel full of echoes the emptiness she is a confluence, fading past faint future looking to find a home between two corpses     Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu…






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Kentucky Stone-shoe Breakdown by Todd Mercer


Blooms are on the roadside bushes, winter’s beaten. Colts stretch their limbs in fenced pastures. It’s solace for the seasonally affected to see it. And for me. It helps. I’m walking in the Bluegrass, hobbled by a pebble in my shoe that won’t shake loose. There’s worse places to limp into the leading edge of spring. That stone seems smaller…






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Looking ’Round without a Clue by Daniel M. Shapiro


We created interference. With all the quick cuts, they couldn’t tell who was who. My memories, those times I swam in the ocean that burned, they mixed with hers, hours locked in the room where all she could do was read, read. We wrapped cardboard messages around our cerebra, fashioned guitars and violins from pool noodles, no frequencies necessary. When…






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Domestic Abuse by Amanda Gomez


They say it happens at the end of monsoon season – the herons, kingfishers, bitterns and every other local bird in the region commits mass suicide. They spiral down, smacking into buildings; self-destructing, as if evil spirits overcome their bodies exact moments before crashing. Some say extreme fog disorients their senses. Some blame brain swelling from drastic altitude changes. Researchers,…






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Unfurling Wonder by Sharon Matongo


I often talked to God 4am strewn across my bed sheets, Atmosphere, reeking of disgrace; morning-breath the taste of shame, And my limp prayers, they floundered out my mouth, “Forgive me Father for I have sinned. For I am inadequate. An aberration.” Lust, Thick like baobab roots whose longing for more Broke through this surface, Through this parched land. I…






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A line from Yo Yo Ma by Mark Young


The range of bad behavior shocked her; but a high- handed surgeon used a chisel to dismiss her complaints whilst upholding those made against her by a hierarchy of elitist men. Perhaps only the transmission of music will eliminate incom- petent leaders. So, walk a fine line. Workplace bullying in- volves new typologies for risk management since 38% of the…






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Matchbook Epiphany by Stephan Delbos


On this boulevard lined with ivory obelisks & cranes, I’ll lurk until sunrise, my perfect embouchure on a glass thirst trumpet; each penitent sip arpeggio learned like the sorrowful mysteries: by rote. Thursday– clock legs spread as darkness comes. Stilt heels, cigarettes, mint chewing gum; clutching their sparkling pocketbooks, two shes sway down the sidewalk: pearls torn from a necklace…






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Dreamers by Lynn White


The sun is standing still for them Standing still for the streams of dreamers. Dreamers streaming down the roads to somewhere else. From somewhere that has become nowhere. Dreaming of escape. Dreaming of a future, any future. Dreaming of better things to come. Dreaming of the life they once had. Dreaming of normality, whatever that means. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. Dreaming…






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God Is a Medicine Cabinet by Cynthia Atkins


This is egregious, the mind’s parlor is being wooed Before breakfast—Even before hitting the sticky gymnasium floor. The keys to your ethos held accountable in a drowning pool of munitions. Swerving on a slick road like mood hoodlums on the lamb. Offered a cigarette on the front lines, to come back and report on the internal conflict—Yes, every day is…






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firstworld/ secondworld by peach schist


waves of flaxen hair. eros sits, waiting in his garden locked away from innumerable pairs of eyes who expect something different of eros’ garden than its reality. nobody has gone in. eros says there’s nobody worthy of allowing them his grace. nobody has desires, only disconnection as we emulate the old world: minding one’s own business. ( somebody got used…






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Inclinations by Sanjeev Sethi


Windsocks of weltschmerz jolt me out of my gaol, goad me to their jib. In the spirit of a wiseacre, I tell myself: enough of warned-over trajectories. Somehow this gem coruscates in skeif of autogenic calls. Sunshine has only one shade.         ****************** Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his…






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I Never Thought by Francis Annagu


I never thought the aquamarine Seaweed could blossom wild Over-run upon my silvery brow While it’s clattering leaves toll Loud like a Santa Claus’s Clacking early Christmas bells, Clan-goring my fluffy earlobes Like an orange soft skin. I never thought the brown Emu, Once songs he sings can lure the Cinnamon roots drink water From the sun when they tire…






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Smithereens by Inalegwu Omapada Alifa


I’m a collection of stories concatenating into a history of contradictions like the crimson sky becoming ashen as the period of daylight becomes nightly within twenty-four hours. I’m a flowing river pausing for the season of draughts, a sky unfolding in both sundown and sunup. I can be broken down into smithereens. I’m smithereens yet forever remaining an indissoluble human…






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Quetzal by Akor Emmanuel Oche


. Clad in verdure, singing to the sun, resting atop the mahogany branch. You whisper love to me. . Unwind this velvet feathers from your body. Unclad your being for me. . Let’s sing an accapella as moans sound us the drumbeat. Lets climax a note at ecstasy bar line. Palms to string, mouth to mouth(music), body to body(dance).  …






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Inamorata by Afolabi Boluwatife


Ìfé mi, You are poetry flowing between troubled fingers, a ray of sunlight on dark mornings, piercing shield unveiling emotions I thought were gone, speaking life into bony heart. Ìfé mi, If tables were to suddenly turn and you ever became something distant, something vague, like an old song whose lyrics I have forgotten, I swear it! by the gods-…






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Roadmap by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau


they say stars are sojourners so I become a road; windows hang loose like street whores. eyes flashing through become twinkles in moody street— I walk my road searching for you in the palms of onlookers. I walk into vain — a house dead of moments — for stars that trek a road I become.       ****************** Adedayo…






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Storm by Jack Little


    ************************ Jack Little (b. 1987) is a British-Mexican poet, editor and translator based in Mexico City. He is the author of ‘Elsewhere’ (Eyewear, 2015) and is the founding editor of The Ofi Press: www.ofipress.com






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