RESONANCE by Efe Ogufere
Your eyes wear mascara lines Open them and free the lashes Unclad, my emotions lay bare Calm my athletic pulse A butterfly sheds its cocoon No tears wanderlust Cold winds...
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BIG BRIGITTE, PRICELESS POIRSON by Ebi Robert
Brigitte, the African Abcoulomb Igniting the darling design of our Acanthi Giant voice in my soundless Beginning Bigger for any write-hand adverb Raining rain on the raining tour Icing on...
IN ‘QUESTIONS FOR ADA’, UMEBINYUO RECLAIMS WOMANHOOD WITH PRIDE — a review by Shoola Oyindamola
TITLE: QUESTIONS FOR ADA AUTHOR: IJEOMA UMEBINYUO GENRE: Poetry NUMBER OF PAGES: 248 PUBLISHER: CreateSpace DATE OF PUBLICATION: August 7, 2015 ISBN: 978-1505984347 REVIEWER: Shoola Oyindamola In QUESTIONS FOR ADA,...
READER'S BILL OF RIGHTS by Daniel Pennac
As a reader, you have rights presented as READER'S BILL OF RIGHTS by French writer Daniel Pennac, recipient of the Prix Renaudot (for his essay Chagrin d'école): The right to not read The...
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2017 [FEBRUARY]
Words Rhymes & Rhythm (WRR) is now receiving entries for the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) SEASON III, 2017 (February edition). Poets from Nigeria, Africa and all over the world...
ON BENDED KNEES by Stanley Egeonu
When your strength is exhausted And your spirit is strapped of vigour… When you can no longer stand the 'shaking' And the horrors of life cause you to suffer bruxism…...
BEYOND DIDACTICISM: A REVIEW OF MICHEAL ACE’S SERMON FROM A STAMMERER
TITLE: SERMON FROM A STAMMERER AUTHOR: MICHEAL ACE GENRE: POETRY NUMBER OF PAGES: 32 PUBLISHER: ACEWORLD DATE OF PUBLICATION: 2016 REVIEWER: AYOOLA GOODNESS One of the tenets of literature is...
ONE WEDNESDAY EVENING by Olawale Ibiyemi
the preacher spat into our ears his very Truth Now our ears sting, stink my ears sting; He has started a riot of tongues of tongues and has killed the...
FOOLERY by Joshua Levites
The way you look The way you talk Your dainty smiles Everything about you; The reason my saneness pends for moments of craze. The gracefullness of your beauty Has almost...
THE LAST OF SEASONS by Jesse Asonze
My inspiration is nowhere to be found I hear nothing, not an echo, not a sound I think it means I am no longer earth bound That I should now...