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By Michael Lee Johnson I live my life inside my patio window.It’s here, at my business desk I slipinto my own warm pajamas and slippers-seek Jesus, come to termswith my own cross and brittle conditions.Outside, winter night turns to winter... Read More
By Irsa Ruçi The most beautiful creature born from the humanis the smilethe form of goodness – travelers with dreams weightto endless trails.We are mouth-word, honey-mouthbreast’s milkdropping from the skytowards eternity of happiness’s... Read More
By Stela Xega Here’s to youFriend of mineTwin soul of mineAngel that haven forbid It feels like I’ve known you ForeverWe loved each other in a past lifeI’m just remembering who you are nowYou were under disguise You are as fragile... Read More
By Tosin Ayo Sparkling, dashing, suave and smooth-talking ‘Bachelor’Owing the eyes a million gamut of debtWomen gaze and mutter: ‘Omo tan’: End of discussionIf only body structure was economic infrastructureIf only... Read More
By Oyinlola Omowonuola Sometimes in our lives, we stumble on a hill and get stuckedSometimes in our words, we puzzle on letters with the most fanciful penSome days, amidst our sojourn, nothing ingestable seems to be enough,A point where the nerves gasp... Read More
By Joan McNerney Maybe it had been toomuch helping her mother.She hurried home after work.with medicine, carrying bags ofgroceries, rushing to cook.Endless cleaning, piles of wash.She arranged medical visits,wrote checks, handled mail,balanced... Read More
By Stela Xega We are like fire and water We will never collide But in my wicked fantasy We are both the same A interstellar bomb Ready to explode I’m tired, all this time Running away, coming back Peace is what i lack All i can think... Read More
By Scott Thomas Outlar Absolute exhaustionis the rusted death nailpierced into the side of my frayed mindthat leads to the golden resurrectionof my misplaced forgotten soul Freeze framethe free fallas the rocks grow perilously closeso I can... Read More
By Michael Lee Johnson The first time I saw your face, cosmetic images, dust, dirt, determinationfell across your exiled face. Coal smoke lifted with your simple words and short poems.Your meaning drawn across a black board of past, rainbows,... Read More