Category: Poetry
Four Poems | Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Two Drops Taste of the bitter tearshere on the table. Whois hungry for pain? Who wants to share this dessert? Take two drops. It is less heavy than sweet bread or hope that never comes. If it is too much for you, you could leave. If you could stomach one drop, this longing will dissolve. […]
Four Poems | Ian Mullins
The Road Goes On Forever For Sting (professional wrestler, now ‘retired’.) Less carnival than comedy; because when the greasepaint is showered off, the plastic barbed wire locked in the trunk with the real thumb tacks and the rubber baseball bats, every career that’s by-passed tragedy ends with an old man who’s done the […]
Two Poems | Marvellous Igwe
Sisyphus It is totally possible to sum the entirety of your life, to contract both height & depth & breadth & width into a corridor. Come, behold these paintings, not of who I am, but of who I am to be. They stand glorious before me, 3, 4, 5, 6, as far as the […]
Akpojotor Peter’s play “Adaugo” Dramatises Childhood Travail in a Depraved Society
When one reads children’s literature, one, often, reads either an adventure story, myth, morality story, stories of the innocence and joy of childhood, or a narrative—like Akpojotor’s play—of the travail which children go through while growing up. The play, Adaugo, is a critical portraiture of how the kind of family children grow up from, parents/relatives […]
What Do I Call My Love For Your Body? Jide Badmus Pays Homage To the Body in this Enchanting Collection of Poems | Creative Titan
Reviewer: Creative Titan From time immemorial, humans have been renowned as sensual beings with intense longing and the human body carries a lot of this responsibility. Jide Badmus’ “What Do I call My Love For Your Body” delves into this sacred realm. The lines in the first stanza of the opening poem Body Language […]
Of the Love of Memory, and the Memory of Love: A Review of Adeola Juwon’s Songs of Ori
Since language led man to such mode of expression as poetry with recourse to its kinship with emotion and emotional awakening, the subject of “love” (man’s practical application of that same ‘emotion’ to harness his being) has been eternal in such writing. Also, although we speak of (most times, against) cliché expressions used in poetry […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
Brunette It was the year beautiful brunettes wore their hair like elaborate midnights on top of their heads. Everyday, I stifled the urge to kiss the brunette pianist who read music with brown eyes. She taught the bankers’ wives to play piano. “Chopsticks” and “Turkey in the Straw.” I listened on a bench across the […]
Two Poems | Lynn White
Time Passes The pier is still standing but it’s all that remains. No boats will tie up there again. The sea has moved away from here so there aren’t any fishermen to bring in their catch or to hang their rods over the side. The fish have left with the sea and time stands still […]
Two Poems | Juanita Rey
THE SHAKE OF THE HEAD I’m sitting on a park bench, with paper and pen, working on a new poem. Only old men stop and ask me what I’m doing. I say, “Writing poetry. They shake their heads and move on. Then I spy this guy I know. He comes […]
Two Poems | Andre Peltier
Clear Walloon To sleep the sleep of days, cleansed by the water of clear Walloon. To sleep the amphibian sleep of salamanders, sirens and mudpuppies, eyes shut tight like The Annex doors on Sunday morning. In a den of simplicity, caring not for the big city or the shadows in the dark, caring not […]