Poetry

AN ARTIFACT OF A GROIN WAR 

Ekoja’s body was a haunted house. Haunted: by a glowing darkness; by a cocktail of voices fading into silence; by footsteps echoing a numbing pain. [You’ll never know that scars are ghosts until your deepest wounds die but you still hear their voices in your…

Poetry

STICKY NOTES 

We read the sticky notes on her wall today, “What separation technique is used To separate pain from life?” “How does a fish who lost its gills survive? Does it befriend the tides or surrender to The fangs of the waters?” “As a man releases…

Poetry

Even Death Has Regrets 

This is a slightly revised version of a poem published by Parousia Magazine in 2018. We thought to share this with you in the spirit of Easter. Enjoy this sizzling Easter poem! Stuck in the throat of the wind is a song, a dirge for…

Poetry

To woo a man 

Who said a woman must sit still like a statue or sculptured image under the tree of love and wait till the wind of fate blows down bat-eaten fruits into her outstretched hands? Who said a woman cannot stand upon her feet like a human…

Poetry

Shrines 

Today, a cold sinner will find warmth by sitting around the fire in a pastor’s mouth. but this sinner knows not that communion is a purgative which causes constipation, so he’d eat one piece of bread, and his tongue longs for another, then a drop…