Tag: poetry
LOVE POTION
Title: A Cult Of Fireflies Author: Naimah Abdullahi Sabo & Iliya Kambai Dennis Number of pages: 30 Year of publication: 2024 Reviewer name: Hope Joseph Like the way you find welcoming signs or messages imprinted on the walls of some ancient households, so is this chapbook. It welcomes you with demure verses more […]
Four Poems | Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Two Drops Taste of the bitter tearshere on the table. Whois hungry for pain? Who wants to share this dessert? Take two drops. It is less heavy than sweet bread or hope that never comes. If it is too much for you, you could leave. If you could stomach one drop, this longing will dissolve. […]
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
Sisyphus It is totally possible to sum the entirety of your life, to contract both height & depth & breadth & width into a corridor. Come, behold these paintings, not of who I am, but of who I am to be. They stand glorious before me, 3, 4, 5, 6, as far as the […]
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 […]
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 […]
Two Poems | Lynn White
Time Passes The pier is still standing but it’s all that remains. No boats will tie up there again. The sea has moved away from here so there aren’t any fishermen to bring in their catch or to hang their rods over the side. The fish have left with the sea and time stands still […]
Two Poems | Juanita Rey
THE SHAKE OF THE HEAD I’m sitting on a park bench, with paper and pen, working on a new poem. Only old men stop and ask me what I’m doing. I say, “Writing poetry. They shake their heads and move on. Then I spy this guy I know. He comes […]
Two Poems | Andre Peltier
Clear Walloon To sleep the sleep of days, cleansed by the water of clear Walloon. To sleep the amphibian sleep of salamanders, sirens and mudpuppies, eyes shut tight like The Annex doors on Sunday morning. In a den of simplicity, caring not for the big city or the shadows in the dark, caring not […]
Three Poems | Ahmad Al-khatat
When I Live and Die I don’t have to look up at the stars again, I won’t hold. the blade of shame against my flesh by myself in my room. I shed a tear like an alcoholic. I laugh and laugh like a smoker. then I dance up there like a clown wondering […]