Sometime, someday, a decade ago The seat of my fatherland turned crimson A voluntary graveyard set up with hate and spite By some presumed men of valor ...so said some...
Fast rising poet and short story writer, Covenanted Nonso is out Poet of The Week (#POTW). Nonso is the first son of his parents, who has a healthy appetite for...
The journey to somewhere actually to nowhere Underneath the penniless skin lies the sleeping bones cracking, rumbling and snoring wakes when the light smiles Set into motion till the power of...
hours, like a racehorse, charge away the scorching sun is getting tired and for dusk, it makes way but I'm still here, like one who,to an unmade bed is wired,...