Category: Poetry
WHOSE FAULT, KISMET OR IMPEDIMENT? a chronicle of lamentations
Title: Whose Fault, Kismet or Impediment? Author: Peter Okonkwo No. of Pages: 184 Genre: Poetry Year of Publication: 2021 ISBN: 9-798-4151-0104-7 Reviewer: Iliya Kambai Dennis Your life is a battlefield. You have fought many times; still fighting to become a contradiction of your past and current dilemma. Last two nights—after your boss ushered your […]
Four Poems | Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Four Poems | Ian Mullins
The Road Goes On Forever For Sting (professional wrestler, now ‘retired’.) Less carnival than comedy; because when the greasepaint is showered off, the plastic barbed wire locked in the trunk with the real thumb tacks and the rubber baseball bats, every career that’s by-passed tragedy ends with an old man who’s done the […]
Two Poems | Marvellous Igwe
Akpojotor Peter’s play “Adaugo” Dramatises Childhood Travail in a Depraved Society
When one reads children’s literature, one, often, reads either an adventure story, myth, morality story, stories of the innocence and joy of childhood, or a narrative—like Akpojotor’s play—of the travail which children go through while growing up. The play, Adaugo, is a critical portraiture of how the kind of family children grow up from, parents/relatives […]
What Do I Call My Love For Your Body? Jide Badmus Pays Homage To the Body in this Enchanting Collection of Poems | Creative Titan
Reviewer: Creative Titan From time immemorial, humans have been renowned as sensual beings with intense longing and the human body carries a lot of this responsibility. Jide Badmus’ “What Do I call My Love For Your Body” delves into this sacred realm. The lines in the first stanza of the opening poem Body Language […]
Of the Love of Memory, and the Memory of Love: A Review of Adeola Juwon’s Songs of Ori
Since language led man to such mode of expression as poetry with recourse to its kinship with emotion and emotional awakening, the subject of “love” (man’s practical application of that same ‘emotion’ to harness his being) has been eternal in such writing. Also, although we speak of (most times, against) cliché expressions used in poetry […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
Brunette It was the year beautiful brunettes wore their hair like elaborate midnights on top of their heads. Everyday, I stifled the urge to kiss the brunette pianist who read music with brown eyes. She taught the bankers’ wives to play piano. “Chopsticks” and “Turkey in the Straw.” I listened on a bench across the […]