May I find love in whatever body that gives me home. Amen. —Romeo Oriogun
(From a story most of us know quite well) It was our Genesis the beginning
after ABBA after the magic show ends, Dede & I trudge homewards, past the nighttime
Once, I saw two women bowed over the open bonnet of their hatchback like it
the small finger of water poking close, as with everything subjected to rot. we sometimes
After Sage Ravenwood’s “Bookends” Here the hand that burrows deep. A son’s bruised face.
(For Amarachi; Chijioke’s sister) That flew on a warm Nigerian evening, north across the frigid
but I fear I lack the courage to accept it, I can’t look it in
(for Fr. Felix Tyolaha, Fr. Joseph Gor, Mbalom and Naka)² On a quiet dawn in
While I plunged the fishing hook into the river, I was thinking of you: the