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Black by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] If I have to speak of a color which stands on its own.I'll point to you, my black dynamite!You! my black–a color of so much in one. when they see the sky blueI see black!black at daylightblack on...

A Poet Dies by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] there’s no death like a bleeding poetwhose lungs are a shieldwinged to rescue otherson a blank pageon stageevery time he breathes,his tears are drenched on mudto cover open gravesof the ones who hug the sunwith broken wings there’s...

Post-Election by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] just like yesterdaythe ink on my thumbvanishedtogether with manifestosthe crossed ballot papershad grown into statistics;they say –who won, who lost,who gained and who dropped,but none says"who delivers".they all blink eyes and move onas if they've grown wings by...

The Runners By Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] mornings are not everyone's breakfast.it's so confusing to saythe sun is smiling for the dayor mourning the night as for those walking aside the roadloose vest hanged on their clothesand light sneakers wrapped over their feet,is much difficult...

Remembering by Joshua Nkwana

[tabby title="Poem"] For one to speak of rememberingIs to sayunveil the woundsor bring an old good memory alive But for you to know thathuman brains are skiesfolding clouds in all formsOf ugliness, of beauty Is as close as to understand...