In the woods When we arrived up north, my first thought was that I had never been surrounded by so much country before. I thought places like this just existed in movies, an exaggeration to show that a town was isolated and set in its ways. But everywhere I looked I could see old rusted…
TRIBUTE TO A PAUPER (A MAN OF LITTLE WORTH) I come to your grave, O man of little worth, to pay salute to you who lies underneath this sepulchre. Behold I, who has come—wetting your grave with tears—to speak to you. O man of little worth, who in his own days could barely afford decent…
Pale Hours He stared at the fake fireplace, which was struggling to pass off electric heat for the real thing. Silence filled the hall. In his contemplation, he had turned his back on the whole world. Maintaining the charade of the wise man in deep thought, he could still sense quite clearly the tense anticipation…
Never Allowed to Be Young A pail of water to fetch for Mama Before she collapses for good Then a basket of bread To sell before the sun sets. A ragged Raggedy Ann doll Gathers dust in the corner of the hut While a TV across the ocean Portrays two preteens bickering loudly….
3 POEMS BY EMMANUEL UMEJI COMMUNING today a white mark appears on my face it is summer & the winter hanging above my roof had wrapped her water in her womb awaiting a new winter to spill her rain-beads & today it’s winter o’clock & summer is holding her dust into her oesophagus, awaiting another…
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