Dear teacher and pagan, With prim fronds I thee wed. Is there palmwine in Paradise? The homy spirit...
Five excerpts from the forthcoming Augusta’s Poodle (Poems of Childhood) by Ogaga Ifowodo XI But how much do I...
Greatness interrupted A promising future truncated Unbeknownst, she boarded Charon’s ferry Hijacked by fiends in search of quarry Hippocrates was...
English PEN, in collaboration with Irish PEN/PEN na hÉireann and the Estate of Seamus Heaney, has announced the launch of...
World Poetry Day 2024 witnessed a spectacular celebration of words, culture and creativity as lNigerian poets and their counterparts from...
Nothing counts For sacred In a benighted land Of bewigged kangaroos Profaning the temple In cahoots with cows As cattle...
When I write poetry, I try to draw from a well deep within my soul, sometimes, this well dries up...
The literary hub of Montreal once again opens its arms to the world’s poets as the prestigious Montreal International Poetry...
With the current state of the world, it could be difficult to process all the things that make the news,...
In the heart of Africa, my mother, she be movin’ and groovin’ with them threads, Craftin’ a masterpiece of strength...
Alex Pausides' poem was poignant and evocative - "When I am silent, it is not that words are lacking" while Edelmis Anocento confeɔronted change and viccissitudes with "I build my house with autumn leaves/From last year's death gasp."
Every war bequeaths on us a new vocabulary Of death and suffering and carnage We learn of new words and...
