I enter this poem through the back door. Omnipresent, do you see me? Memory is a bird; how it takes off, we do not know—..
– Grief is the mother of voyages- Romeo Oriogun & unlaying each layers of loss is rupturing a heart before a door into silhouettes of..
& because songs are often hands that lead us to places we have been before, I am here walking into a valley of names. Every..
the valley between whatever is holding the sunhas loosened its grip:this blazing ball dangling over our heads scourge us to our marrows—heaven weeps; the dropletis not..
Agbowó is thrilled to announce its nominations for 2021 Best of the Net anthology. These nominated works represent the creative brainchildren that rocked our boat..
We, the prayers sent to God.Our pain wraps around usLike snakes for rings, Like scorpions for lockets, Till we can’t feel anything anymore. We bring out our..
At the table, you mouth The sixth glass of that wine bottle, The song seems slower cause your head Is doused in alcohol & you..
add a noun stain to him,& he becomes too much to know.hinting this and that,& I sulk at male determiners: curious minder messing our lifetime,or..
peel my tongue from the venom of their mouths, bleach my rug of the blossomof bloodstains, each time my amasii uprousethe speos in the frenzy. will..
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