Naimah puts cupid to trial in the sequence with which she braided through poems like search, no strings attached, second chance and other interesting pieces extoling the divine, decrying transgressions and musing about home and humanity in general
DECEMBER BEGINS THE NEW YEAR BY BILLYHADIAT TAOFEEQOH ADEOLA
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
TITLE: MANIA AUTHOR: ADURA OJO GENRE: POETRY NO. OF PAGES: 26 YEAR: 2020 " These spare poems thrust us into self-examination, fellowship, celebration. They are stylistically adventurous. Conscientious and erotic,...
CALLIGRAPHY OF DEMONS BY ODU ODE
TITLE: CALLIGRAPHY OF DEMONS AUTHOR: ODU ODE GENRE: POETRY NO. OF PAGES: 44 YEAR: 2020 " Usman's poetry is a beauty; the manuscript was unputdownable. Read this new poet with...
A LOVE I USED TO CALL MINE (Illustrated) BY WOLI KAFILAH
TITLE: A LOVE I USED TO CALL MINE AUTHOR: WOLI KAFILAH GENRE: POETRY NO. OF PAGES: 40 YEAR: 2020 " Woli has scaled through the different Haiku formats to create...
SEVEN FLOWERS OF GRATITUDE – BPPC APRIL/MAY 2020 TOP 20 POEMS
Title: SEVEN FLOWERS OF GRATITUDE Editor: BRIGITTE POIRSON & KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON Genre: POETRY No. of Pages: 32 Year: 2020 " “What is new under the fiery Covid sun of...
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)
WHEN I’M EIGHTEEN BY DAVID ISHAYA OSU
TITLE: WHEN I'M EIGHTEEN AUTHOR: DAVID ISHAYA OSU GENRE: POETRY NO. OF PAGES: 26 YEAR: 2020 " Here is a neat universe, of everything beautiful about a poet’s mind, where...