Ero-poetics and the Quest for Metaphor: A critical review of Jide Badmus’ Paradox of Little Fires By Nket Godwin
Nket Godwin is a poet, critic, essayist and teacher. His works have been published in both online and print magazines and anthologies. In a time when the thematic preoccupation of Nigerian (and by extension African) literature is trying towean itself from the more overt disillusionment…
Surrealism and a Harvest of Ekphrastic Poetry: A Review of Sidi’s Like Butterflies Scattered About By Art Rascals
Whether we categorize this collection as a dissection of artwork, a sublimation of paintings or both the thoughts etched into canvases and those left on a palette, we would not be wrong. Umar Abubakar Sidi has very well proven that he wields the ability to…
Ero-poetics and the Quest for Metaphor: A critical review of Jide Badmus’ Paradox of Little Fires By Nket Godwin
Nket Godwin is a poet, critic, essayist and teacher. His works have been published in both online and print magazines and anthologies. In a time when the thematic preoccupation of Nigerian (and by extension African) literature is trying towean itself from the more overt disillusionment…
Surrealism and a Harvest of Ekphrastic Poetry: A Review of Sidi’s Like Butterflies Scattered About By Art Rascals
Whether we categorize this collection as a dissection of artwork, a sublimation of paintings or both the thoughts etched into canvases and those left on a palette, we would not be wrong. Umar Abubakar Sidi has very well proven that he wields the ability to…
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Ero-poetics and the Quest for Metaphor: A critical review of Jide Badmus’ Paradox of Little Fires By Nket Godwin
Nket Godwin is a poet, critic, essayist and teacher. His works have been published in both online and print magazines and anthologies. In a time when the thematic preoccupation of Nigerian (and by extension African) literature is trying towean itself from the more overt disillusionment…
One Poem By Ayiyi Joel
Ayiyi Joel is a 19-year-old poet from Edo state in Nigeria. He has works published/forthcoming on Synchronized chaos, cathartic lit, The Beatnik cowboy, poemify, Nnoko stories, and elsewhere. Boys are tender too Again Another star Fell from the sky. At the college hostel. A body…
Two Poems By FOC Ikwuemesibe
FOC Ikwuemesibe is a retired schoolmaster, an engaging lover of the art of teaching who still pens at least a poem a day. This Night this night under the moon as we sit by our firelight and munch away on skewers and the breeze caressing…
One Poem By Fatima Abdullahi
Fatima Abdullahi is a Nigerian-born writer and poet, though she once hated the genre. She’d thought it was pretentious and was trying too hard. Then she joined Robert Frost on his road not taken, and her whole world changed. Black Boy It is in me…
Two Poems By Croatian Poet, Jasna Gugić
Jasna Gugić was born in Vinkovci, Croatia. She writes, paints, and publishes poems in a joint collection of poems and anthology. She is a winner of many international awards for poetry and literature, translated into several world languages. Jasna lives and works in Zagreb. Disquiet…
Two Poems By Olalekan Hussein
OLALEKAN HUSSEIN, NGP VI is an emerging poet who writes from Lagos, Nigeria, where he studies in the Arabic/Islamic institution, Darul Falah. Autopsy for Dead Flowers What name do I give everything around me that got swept by a grasping air after telling God not…