Abasiono Bassey Dear Poetry, How long has it been? How long since we parted ways?
Onu Kamsiyochukwu Sometimes it seems like it’s imploding The dim light of hope Encircled by
Chisom Muojindu As these light rays from a cellphone slashes my lover’s face into halves,
Onyinye Anyaka I wish to tell a tale Bout You and I. Of these sprouting-rosebud
All Wait to Decay I take refuge in the bodies that turnto carcasses. thus, my