i know this eventual
oneness is my grief & i cup my hands around it.
neck-deep – the mire yet yielding and yielding around me.
THE LENIENT POEM AND SUBTLE MEANING (an analysis by Oludipe Oyin Samuel)
A Big Airplane Crashed Into the Earth. I read Soyinka’s first collection of prison poems sometime in 2009. Categorically, I need not ‘push dumbfoundment to beg simplification; I hate a...
“FACEBOOK IS NOT A SAFE PLACE TO POST YOUR POEMS” & OTHER ISSUES FOR NIGERIAN POETS
Again, by saving your works and releasing them only on foreign platforms, you are inadvertently taking everything away from us and making us have to borrow access. Right now, we can no longer read anything from most of our good poets unless we first access them from foreign platforms.
MAMA TEARS (a poem by Adigun Temitope Idealism & and Odey Goodness Ogeyi)
what else shall we give to this world, if not the bowl of tears that watered our children’s graveyard?
BLAME IT ON THE MONEY by Emmiasky Ojex
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green...
THE CONCEPT OF GODHOOD IN POETS: HOW POETS BECOME GODS an essay by Aremu Adams Adebisi
There is something about poets that makes them gods. It is not the relativism of their works or their verisimilitude. It is not the aptitude of their word usage or...
A PEN WIELDER’S PLEDGE
I fight the good fight of the ink Cut my losses I polish my shoes blue And talk in rhymes, the truth. I am a Pen-Wielder! -- Nonso Davies Donatus...
WHEN I AM NO MORE by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
When I am no more I will still be like the sting of a bee flesh deep in your mind leaving behind traces of my existence. When I am no...
YOU DON’T NEED SADNESS TO WRITE GOOD POEMS: A NOTE BY ADEBAYO KOLAWOLE SAMUEL
This idea that the best pieces of poetry always come from sadness or brokenness or some inner chaos isn't true at all. Because of this wrong ideology, many intentionally put...
THE POET AND HIS POEM: POETRY AS A SLICE OF LIFE
Poetry is a slice of life. If poetry is a slice of life? Whose life? I have noticed of recent that my poem are increasingly being mistaken as autobiographical. People...