places, me, me, cousin,
by Kingsley Awoh |
In those days when national service
Conscripted me for a necessary chore
In in the tap root of Amachara
At dusk, strange hands lacerate my flesh
At dawn, your girls dragged me into drudgery
Today, weights of reminiscent garrison my thoughts
Amachara, are you still the egret that drums in my auditory?
Is your tail longer-than Mbaise?
Perhaps your cousin Ezeleke
Will let me proof the weight of my love for her.
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
by the river Seine
a girl of sixteen summers
opened her blue eyes
the tulip opened
to speak out love but the bee
carried the last dew
a wrinkle in time
puckered the curtain of her
the distant thunder
to wake the quick and the dead
smashed in the window
the sun cascaded
over the back of egret
to give birth to dawn
nimble fingers curl
plaits of creepers wedded in
moonlit slumber dew
mittens of rabbits
galloped in yellow forest
succubus laid eggs
hatched clone in gray and blue suits
on some other world
by Jimmy Anderson |
husband, love, wife
M-e and you agree to this union of Holy M-atrimony.
A-ll you need to know is I will always A-dore you.
R-egardless what happens we will have a healthy R-elationship.
R-emember all birthdays and anniversaries or you'll R-egret it.
I-n all ways, I will always show how I-mportant you are to me.
A-ll my A-ttention in the world you have.
G-ive of yourself freely, G-oing the full monty.
E-ach person makes E-veryday count.
by john sensele |
I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.
I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.
I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.
I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving.