Would you let me stay? If breathing were thoughts And I’m that ticklish patch of breeze That travels from the northern winds of your hair..
I – a bud – opened to absorb unknown pollen flowing in strange water that rippled as it came, like a spring dancing into..
They say I’m a girl muzzled into the feeble skin of a man They call me sissy I’m a little honey swaying on clumps of..
gospel of smoke or a new translation of godhood “sometimes i light god as a cigarette & watch him burn to see how long deity..
It’s like you lived in her shadows Or her blood vessels. You got her a loss, A loss she named ‘imaginary’ yet alive in gloss...
October 24, 2017. Lagos, Nigeria. 1.35pm. You sling your backpack across your slightly bent shoulder, moving your body quickly for the leather to find home..
1 I am the earth, my sleeves are my hands, my eyes are needles. In another eyes, I am a bird, a bird’s song in..
To the children who look like the stories of the displacement of their homes afraid to infect their lovers with the poverty lacing their..
A Review Of In Memoriam Of A Modest Shame Book: In Memoriam of a Modest Shame Publisher: Baron’s Cafe Author: Nnaemeka Oruh Reviewer: Rasaq Malik..
Leather drinks himself to oblivion. Every God-blessed day he is drunk, and the whole of Khayelisha village knows of his heavy drinking. Once drunk –..
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