Dawn is an Open Wound by Jide Badmus In Dawn is an Open Wound, Jide Badmus transforms communal grief and national anxiety into deeply lyrical poems charged with intimacy, longing, and despair. Moving beyond the themes of love, desire, and the body...
The weekend calls for art and Mood lifting. Two poets gives us a filling smack below: People and Sand Julian Matthews The people of the land are not sand to be shovelled into wheelbarrows and mixed with concrete and crushed gravel and poured...
Echoes of Existence Fortune Omosola I am witnessing in lifeless pages the dreams within dreams; It’s circled tops collapsing westward. Dwarfed in its tormenting magic, the whistle of words, Men dying to find nothing. The agony of wisdom lies in a...
The world is many things Child, what have you seen, nothing? thinly clad bird dancing in moving pixels money stressing in waste as unauthenticated waist move to grim music sons of perdition paying homage to the devil, have you seen nothing? The...
Poem: Ancestors of the ancient clan, I beckon, raise your heads, far and fair from the endless mantle, rise to the kneading of the talking drums, baring proverbs from a new world, that – this skies are falling into pieces. Grab your cloak, Ba-ah...
