Death Unmasked (Covid 19)
Written By: Eduardo De Bosco The Liberian poet, Eduardo writes about the new tempo of life in Liberia since the pandemic. The closing lines are full of hope and positive vibes. This is a beautiful poem written in the form of a letter to the…
If the Earth Evolves by Dying
Written By: Jude Chike The poet in this short poem, calls our attention to how we are very much like the earth. This is a poem about all of us and our dear earth. If Earth evolves by dying, I ama desert, like the Sahara,…
Fireflies
Written By: Franklyn Orode A professional civil engineer and poet writes a poem about nature Often they come on some forlorn eveningsThese distant relatives of the sparkling starsOut in the open field like innocent childrenPlaying on rainy days, oblivious of our painMyriads of fragile angels…
Blood on the Wall
Written by: Edwin Olu Bestman A Liberian poet writes about COVID-19 and the situation of things in Liberia Here we are againLosing our love onesIt’s raining harshly in our cityCOVID -19 ruining our homesAnd tears rolling off the windowpane Silent screams!Different voices playing in our…
How I Stopped Being a Closet Poet
The first time I stood before an audience to share a poem was October 2016. I remember it like yesterday. It was the grand finale of the Scribble the Future Poetry Competition for all-female student poets at the University of Ibadan. I was wearing a…
Diary Of A Boy Wearing A Frown
Written By: Abuoya Eruot i want to vacate earth without experiencing death each friday sermon,i yearn for a place that’s not even safe for god in plain language,my depression makes me tiptoe/jump out of my body into heaven/ for a dire aid but the atmosphere spins at…
Sickle Cell Is the New Tribe
Written By: Jeremy T. Karn for bijoux you’ve heard about flowers thatgrow in the dirt. there are flowers with thorns that grow in thebones & some that grow in your aunt’sbackyard garden every morning as you fix yourbones in your body & dress for the…
The Phantom’s Refrain
Written By: Samuel Adeyemi A boy walks into a bar,swings the door openlike he is the wind’s first child.But a boy has no mother.The world commits another absurd adoption.A boy is another loose string on the cello,another wrong piano note,whose sound is swallowed in the…
A Thing Too Stressed
Written By: Precious Uwen when we started loving it was like we got new clothes. and we’d never stain it. But we wore our love repeatedly for days without changing it. We wore our love with the same pattern, with the same style. The same…
