FEET OF KNIVES by Michael Achile Umameh
When the drab drum of winter dies of the weight of warmth spring’s dewy fingers; feet full of knives; icicles rising and descending a cold caress on an erect skeleton...
SONG OF A VIRGIN by Lebile Melt Tosin
the first time I laid my eyes on you you are like a treasure buried in my desert I wish I felt butterfly in my tommy but instead your rose...