BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi
Poor boy, Drowned in himself; In a lake of something familiar, he Drowned in hormones. A few strings to his thing, and Nightlong spell of Venus, He's fit to swim,...
MARAUDERS by Christopher Labesa
...there is sadness in the face of the moon. Boom boom! Marauders at the door. Boom boom! Gory chunks on the floor. Marauders; those marauders;disgruntled fragments of the Sahara storms;...
OF POETS AND CRITICS: SEUN LARI-WILLIAMS VS. THE ERINYES OF NIGERIAN POETRY
When John Greenleaf Whittier (then already an established poet) first got a hold of Walt Whitman’s poems, he dismissed them as “loose, lurid, and impious,” and summarily threw his gift-copy...