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LET THE CLARION CALLER’S SONS LEAD by CHIDIEBELE ILEME

[tabby title="Poem"] Twisted candles And shifting patterns Bring no cymbals Nor trumpets nor drums There’s never a good dance to this wretched song There’s only painted gongs Enthroned in places of filtering tongues Ordering preached rhythms of the supposed way...

Our hearts by Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

[tabby title="Poem"] It was like this on the day before this day: we peered ourselves in the faces as we sat and spoke of little things of many things and spoke of many things of little things. We spoke Sochimma—...

God is Bisexual by Adefolami Ademola

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1] one sudden saturday, when the verdant sky had its translucent light god woke, aroused, groggy from creation and craving the luscious feel of masculine touches he creates, in his own image, for his sexual...

Heir by Othuke Umukoro

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1] Grandmother, how do I tell a murderous act with a heart more evil than that of Lady Macbeth, without the whimpering soul of a Duncan? What Tiresias can interpret the mysteries in his palm?...

HER by Adetola Adedipe

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Innocent child with the history of millions embedded in her soul. A holder of futures yet to come and pasts gone. A body covered in scars and yet her eyes carry hope. Take a look...