(From a story most of us know quite well) It was our Genesis the beginning
After Sage Ravenwood’s “Bookends” Here the hand that burrows deep. A son’s bruised face.
All Wait to Decay I take refuge in the bodies that turnto carcasses. thus, my
Onyinye Anyaka I wish to tell a tale Bout You and I. Of these sprouting-rosebud
Chisom Muojindu As these light rays from a cellphone slashes my lover’s face into halves,
Onu Kamsiyochukwu Sometimes it seems like it’s imploding The dim light of hope Encircled by
Abasiono Bassey Dear Poetry, How long has it been? How long since we parted ways?
Favour Obodokwe We wore the omenala Like an agbogho wears her jigida. “Ndi Igbo enwegi
Kira Jotham While I steal glances at her She stands aloof as the sun Seemingly
Paschal Eze My Guy You fit dey reason say you no too matter for inside