The world is
On bended knees.
Be more than a flower;
Soft, fragile and chic.
Be steadfast like mountains
and deep like the Amazon.
Dance like the storm
Hold dignity in your bones,
Hold your identity like a flag
And if anyone tries to eclipse your light,
Wave it in their face.
A SHEAF OF WHISPERING LEAVES BY MARTINS DEEP
Martins Deep, in A Sheaf of Whispering Leaves, writes from a place of meditation on the scars left by the past on the present.
A BEAUTIFUL PLACE TO BE BORN BY DIVINE INYANG TITUS
Divine straddles the world of poetry and storytelling with the skill of a master of words and images. You will love this chapbook.
MANIA BY ADURA OJO
CALLIGRAPHY OF DEMONS BY ODU ODE
A LOVE I USED TO CALL MINE (Illustrated) BY WOLI KAFILAH
SEVEN FLOWERS OF GRATITUDE – BPPC APRIL/MAY 2020 TOP 20 POEMS
SURVIVING CORONATION STREET: A CORONAVIRUS SURVIVOR’S MEMOIR BY BRIGITTE POIRSON
Evening. Night. Morning. Noon. Afternoon. When dusk slowly descended upon the dumb landscape, I paced the room and addressed the door loudly. My diatribe boomeranged against the walls back into my Eustachian tubes – gracious enough to confirm they were still operational – that transmitted the message to my brain. Though pretty much entangled, my neurons agreed to take the cue and bounced an answer back to my mouth. We started a discussion from the argument reverberated by the walls. Sheets of paper finally settled the score. (Surviving Coronation Street: pg 16)
