send a photograph to God – we are running into the morning & all I’m
SCENE ONE Light opens on five masquerades dancing on a stage—a revealing dance of skills,
Apple Fruit unfortunate as it is, i come wearing the burden of a seed having
As light as a whisper – traveling with the weight of pain filling the vacuity
my body likes to lie in long rectangular shapes like six feet like small bathrooms
As though each step takes us home Hope has a placein every winter sky. every
We gathered together and watched hungry solicitors; our spirits reaching for the skies, dragging it down to us, begging it to fulfill its promise, so our crops could grow, so our life could have new meanings – better ones. But the skies withdrew its promise with a malicious smile…
A Birth-Day Wish This Moment between your Birth When the letters of divine That bear
His debut novel, The Fisherman, a contemporary lyrical ‘retelling’ of the tale of the Biblical Cain and Abel, has bought many critical recognitions to itself: finalist of the Man Booker Prize for Fiction in 2015; winner of the FT/OPPENHEIMER emerging voices prize for fiction; winner of the 2016 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Debut Literary Work; winner of the Nebraska book award 2016-fiction category. The ‘heir to Chinua Achebe’ as has been called by a New York Times magazine heightens and garnishes the infusion of Igbo mythology in fiction with the publication of his second magical realistic work, An Orchestra of Minorities, which, no doubt, will magnet to itself critical readings, studies and awards; already a shortlisted narrative for best Translated Fiction for Winter 2020 in France.
Poem in which a Mute Bird Poos on My Father’s Newspaper it is morning, and