Searching for the Keys

Searching for the Keys - elsieisy blog

By Scott Thomas Outlar You emit a powerful magnetic chargetoward which I am drawnwithout fully being able to explain how or why,and I can’t be sure where the pull is taking mebut I know I like it;my hands are off the wheel, up in the air,as this ride... Read More

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Thrift Shop

First Ever Setswana Poetry Awards Hosted In Botswana

By Joan McNerney I descend clutching ateetering banister to thebowels of this holy place. A sign welcomes me toSt. Mary’s Basement Boutiquewhere scent of unlovedclothing assaults me. I finger grubby blousesand skirts hanging limpweek after... Read More

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Cannot Be Deciphered

Cannot Be Deciphered - elsieisy blog

By Scott Thomas Outlar Loveis a lullabyof lightthat gently licksan electric socketto ignitea passionthat burnsbeyond comprehensionor explanation Loveis a fuselit to the tuneof a symphonythat is sungfrom the lipsof a thousand sirenson the far... Read More

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Crack

crack - elsieisy blog

By Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi Jeremiah Look!he was the runt of a gangsettling hard and struggling,too sucking to suckle sour surdsfrom the mystic breasts of Life.inside a serried deep,somewhere,a tadpole is too modest to swimthat hefty sharks may live... Read More

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Siege

seige - elsieisy blog

By Deoye Falade It’s a siegeYet another oneThey pummel and hammeron and on at the wallsWalls built around our heartsTo shield us from the hurtSuffered in times past They pound the gatesForce with battering ramsNot belligerent but pleadingEntreating... Read More

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Memories

Memories - elsieisy blog

By Dablac It’s been years from when we used to be wannabesBeing everything, yet, there are things that we wanna beLike being whatever good out there to seeOvercoming every obstacle that we ever face Its been years from when we used to be nothing... Read More

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Dine With A Poet

MY POET FRIEND

By Ojo Blessing Young damsel,Your innocent eyesAlmost bleach my complexion…. Your gazePierces through my heart.But you still call me a liar.Oh, because I am a poet? Your naive heart believesAll poets are perfect liars.But how long will you... Read More

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