“Close your eyes, what do you see?” I ask but the girl does not see me anymore.
THE WARLOCK IN PURPLE GOWN (a poem by Zainab Iliyasu Bobi)
Earth and fire;
to slice the tongue sitting at the center of the market square.
AN EXCITING THRILLER FILLED WITH TERSE SUSPENSE AND UNFOLDING CURIOSITY: A Review of Kukogho Iruesiri Samson’s Devil’s Pawn
In this Hollywood-like thriller, the author delivers a classic using vivid descriptions and exciting narration to grab the readers’ attention while landing them gently with his simple diction.
LISTENING TO THE ARTISTS: A Review of Through the Eyes of a Needle: Art in a Time of Coronavirus
Through the Eye of a Needle opens the sore of the world. In this collection one is face to face with the effect of the pandemic in a different part of the world; even in the lives of people in different places.
INCENSE OF DIVINE OMENS (a poem by Akor Agada)
There are times hope turns into rain drops
in the quiet corner of our tongues
Pacifying the thirsty desert
MAYS (a poem by Ambali Abdulkabeer)
May the roads be clear for the air of rebirth
& the streets be free of draping agonies
GRAY HAIR (a poem by Luper Damkor)
It is a marvel, the Grace of gray
It is a cup, like the Holy Grail
Everyone longs… for a taste, they pray
OF REBIRTH IN WOES (a poem by Onwana Chibueze Declan)
When body rises to greet half-dead,
It’s house of will and intellect.
REBIRTH (a poem by Jide Badmus)
I break, heart of egg
into yolk of gratitude
—grain of time,
IN THE WINGS OF SPARROWS, A NEST FALLS & CALL ME HOLY (two poems by Osahon Oka)
Call me miracle. I cough blood into the fist of wind
& it is rain. Yes, call me saint; I have arrived before
purgatory time & time again & its doorknob has