my brother as an ErosGospel preacher my brother’s head is an array carrying the weight of an indexed scripture you could see how his ligaments..
In Ibadan, she was Anuoluwapo Ogunwomoju, an unmarried 30-year-old resident doctor who worked at a training hospital. In Montreal, she was identified as “homeless..
It is with a feeling of immense joy that I bring you news of Agbowó’s acquisition of the Ìbàdàn-based art events initiative, ArtsNChill. This is..
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..
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...
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..
