Poetry

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…

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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…

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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…

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My Crush is a Black Hole 

Written By: Naphtali Festus Adda 1:13 am.i think of Prudence. how she flashes her teeth. how she weaves words like a basket. her beauty. her baritone voice – my phone rings, it’s another message from Quora digest, it reads; what is a black hole? //…

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I am a chalice 

Written By: Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche I am a chalice full of sweet wine & my wine is for my priest, a priest I will yield my body & soul. Do not desire me for pleasure; look beyond my enticing hour-glass body & embrace my conscious cerebral…

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1967 

Written By: Samuel Junior Irusota (In Memory of Victims of War) Here: parents go to bed with no hope Of seeing their children in the morning Here, everywhere you go, all you see  is a basket of Bones__ Here, children are left homeless & defenseless…

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of rejection letters 

Written by: Olaewe D Opeyemi i must admit, i do not know too much about letters — any kind of letters except for the ones i was forced to write in school, the one WAEC asked us to write, the ones i wrote in farewell…

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Will You Still Be Family? 

By Joshua Tom A minor chord and then an arpeggio like a blonde on balé a question danced on my broken heart. When the melody goes to bed and there’s no strum or click, when our world goes silent will you still be Family? Oh!…