Ugwuja was tilling the farmland closest to his house when Udo arrived. It was Eke,
IT’S VAL’S DAY & MY LOVER IS IN AMERICA After José Olivarez I wake to
my life is one stanza of unrhymed poetry each line reeks of its blistered rhythm
RESURRECTION OVERTURE He traced the hum seeping out of the ground like a spring
I’ll build a nest in your voice and rest there… When you whisper to your
HUMAN he sees fire & tells a friend to embrace it for warmth. he claps
Last Friday night you were Jaheed’s girl. You were lost in euphoria inside his room.
It is guilt that wakes me up from sleep and says that I don’t deserve
Aondona wants to think. But, the guy some seats away would not just stop blabbing.
I imagine God as a chubby, aged man that sits all day, clenching everything to