Tag: poetry
CONFRONTING THE BOGEYMAN: a review of Olumide Holloway’s Darkness can be Very Dark
Darkness Can be Very Dark is a collection of twenty-seven poems that attempt a conflux of oral and literary artistry. It’s a gritty collection of spoken-word-style poems that’s unafraid of shadows—exploring an impressive range of personal, social, and spiritual themes. There’s a rawness to the emotions expressed in this work that is both honest and […]
Home in Motion Review by Steve Urwin
From Nigeria to Newcastle, a series of short declarations of love for a new home. Love letters from Tyneside, ecological concerns of neighbours, financial gripes and repeated declarations, of how the new city has welcomed and shaped the poet: “This was the spool from where dreams were woven.” There are some gripes, of course. From […]
HOPE AS A DREAMSCAPE: a review of Lanre Sonde’s Canvas of Freedom by Jide Badmus
LOVE POTION
Title: A Cult Of Fireflies Author: Naimah Abdullahi Sabo & Iliya Kambai Dennis Number of pages: 30 Year of publication: 2024 Reviewer name: Hope Joseph Like the way you find welcoming signs or messages imprinted on the walls of some ancient households, so is this chapbook. It welcomes you with demure verses more […]
Four Poems | Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
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
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 […]
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 […]