When I write poetry, I try to draw from a well deep within my soul, sometimes, this well dries up...
Every war bequeaths on us a new vocabulary Of death and suffering and carnage We learn of new words and...
Five excerpts from the forthcoming Augusta’s Poodle (Poems of Childhood) by Ogaga Ifowodo XI But how much do I...
Gates transcend physical representations. This is not surprising, considering how gates can double as milestones for beginnings, entry, growth, exit,...
Five more excerpts from the forthcoming Augusta’s Poodle (Poems of Childhood) by Ogaga Ifowodo XVIII Suddenly, the wizened old poet...
Nothing counts For sacred In a benighted land Of bewigged kangaroos Profaning the temple In cahoots with cows As cattle...
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