Author: Lion and Lilac
Three Poems | Bisola Bada
endangered I want to write a poem that speaks of deers, antelopes, pouched rats & many other endangered games in the hands of hunters in the black continent but how do I write this on paper when this poet & her gender are endangered species in the fist of patriarchs & misogynists but […]
Two Poems | Stephen House
whatever vocation it was the method best practiced believing my unexpected thing for life i suppose what else could i do daily craft writing performing nightly show sometimes resilient in my whatever vocation on and on i go add this to the trickle creating a must as they wait for why there […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
A Blind Date with Wendy, Before “Born to Run” My sister fixed me up with Wendy over a Fourth of July weekend. The Jersey girl was finishing a special ed degree at Ball State. Kept one eye on the fast lane eastbound out of town. Said she missed the Jersey boardwalk and having a […]
Four Poems | Lynn White
Melting Away She could still remember the warm days of summer, seaside holidays, times without end. Almost. Tick tock. But now the warmth is too much and time is melting away in the sun. Tick tock, tick tock goes her memory curling up in the heat and dying like a beached whale […]
Three Poems | Ahmad Al-Khatat
Unwelcomed Farewell When you articulate nothing at all My heart becomes an occupied city With the noise from the rockets, not birds The clouds drop blood on my fictional planet. The blue skies open its chest to those fireworks I look at those happy faces, lovers kissing lips, and pretty dresses. I am […]
Four Poems | John Grey
ATTRACTION We come to the dinner table like prospective tenants looking over a new apartment. She claims the situation with the giving of her eyes. To me, looking elsewhere is untenable. I take her all in like the sweep of a lighthouse. Her face is as delicately lovely as a fawn’s. My […]
Three Poems | Sofiat Omowumi RAMON
Èjíírèé (After reading “Ejima” by Vivian Nnagboro) The wind told me how hurt you’re as it almost burnt my skin while relaying your message. Èjíírèé . . . My demise brought me closer to freedom— with my wings fluffy like the summer cloud, I now soar above the ailments which once tied me down— I […]
Two Poems | Tohm Bakelas
wayward bastards of a dying america blessed with misfortune we write poetry with the rain these highways hold ghosts, their reflections are visible in passing windows our spirits have been broken by the dull beating drum of repetitive days, days so fixed you can feel an endless pulse of pressure days so […]
Arrival on the Last Day of August|Rotimi Osiyoye|Poetry
All afternoon, we swallow wine bottles, work our feet into tumbling, and don’t stop. We drop our books, sack our debts to look at our new sun: the supermarket we can visit by foot. We drive, carving the streets into smaller pieces, for memory. For the first time since birth, we stay out ’till it’s […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
Where Am I Poeming: A Bards on the Run Poem for K. T. You type a poem on an orange typewriter for the man who has traveled the world seeking the holy grail of boxer shorts and the secrets of the exotic bananas plotting to take over local produce stands. You make it up […]