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A Circus & The Morning After a Man was Caught for Keeping Dreadlocks, I Pray & Question 1

A Circus This is for the politicians, for the clamping of a mouth, for every pocket hoarding notes, for worn-out promises, for collateral damage, for those eyes refusing sight,…

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A Requiem for Bodies Reduced to Little Things & The Dance

A Requiem for Bodies Reduced to Little Things Playing aloud the song by Bob Nesta Marley Blending hope out of Babylon — as his voice punching the peak of…

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A Poem in Which I Am Everything that Calls You & Last Night

a poem in which i’m everything that calls you (after Boloere Seibidor’s Rebirth) the lecturer ambles into the classroom like an elephant & my shoulder sinks in anger. why…

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Elegy for a Brother Who Looks Like the Man in the Mirror & Anointing

Elegy For a Brother Who Looks Like the Man in the Mirror “Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination” — J. Cole i said this prayer every time…

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Rage, Rage, Against the Dying of the Light

(After Dylan Thomas’ Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night) (for my brother, for my grown-up J.who left for heaven, october 16, 2020). chapter 1 sorry to say,…

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In the Land that Bleeds

In the land that bleeds we dare not ask the night for dreams Dreams, here, are not berries because They are not sweet, & many We wake the dawn with…

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The Man by the Roadside

the man by the roadside greets the world with a song—enmeshed with a spice of pleas. his voice is a bucket of broken things. They all walk past him like…

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Filtrate of Things Unseen

(after Samuel A. Adeyemi’s Applying Psalms 121 to a Gentile) Few years ago, I commenced diluting my emotions, separating every constituents once a part of my being. I x-ray my…

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Meditate & Skyfall

MEDITATE Eyes close. Inside my mind is a permanent place of dawn. A sanctuary where I come to heal From the trauma of breathing. There are giant…

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When You Cook a Mirror

you carry guilt like a stray bullet on your neck & with every memory of that day, pain replaces the colour of the element that finds a track beneath your…

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