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...

Child of Mockery by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] for a young soldier who crossed between tongue bullets running for life longed because of being black dear child of ridicule: you might've your skin flying out of your bones or your marrow sprinkling out of your pores,...

Mourning by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] the gong clock is ringing tonight I know this no better than any other sound, I know this calling a calling of tears to my village. my eyes conjoin into streams beneath my nose streams of dry bones...

Behind Rainy Days by Nkwana Joshua

[tabby title="Poem"] behind the rainy days raindrops dance on my roof, the wind cuts through leaves out there. I sat inside my room, sad and confused. my eyes searching through the corners for answers, their questions weren't raised; I pick...