Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren't so beautiful.
I bruised the heads of a hydra, even the snake which wielded the most abominable thing: sin. By HIS stripes I was healed but as HIS scribe my joy was sealed.
I would have called a legion, just a legion of angels, to show them who they were messing with....
Sometimes, we doubt that we know what we know. We doubt....
the FINAL EPISODE
Dear Mercy, I wrote you earlier this afternoon about how happy I was that I was progressing in my attempt to get you for myself. But tonight, I was hit and crippled by incredulity, I was drowning in sadness. I couldn't understand this feeling. I was stupid to be happy over the feel of a … Continue reading Having Mercy #3 by Okuwoga Eyimofe
This poem was first published on poet's blog Parents they say Are meant to train up their kids In the way that is just, Expose them to the world While shielding them from the evil within- The father, the pillar of the home The mother, the keeper of the home Baba ni jigi Baba has crumbled And … Continue reading DISCORD IN EDEN by Osibote Andrew
Have you not seen those children Who spit at the body Of their mother nude upon the streets Which they built with her blood Decorating the boulevards With her widdering hair and Her lips, soiled with curses Bleeding away. Have you not seen those children Who glory in the under garments Of their mother Whose … Continue reading BLEEDING