The Thing Between My Legs | A Fiction by Micheal Ace
You would never know how tormenting life can be until you begin to read your misery from a thousand faces. The first time I experienced…
You would never know how tormenting life can be until you begin to read your misery from a thousand faces. The first time I experienced…
Old Pearl Never Forgotten If i should find my prints back to your hut In robes and flesh of grey, Would you hold me close?
BRAND YOURSELF
When it comes to reaching the dead through the living, we sometimes think so much about impossibilities that lies therein, and feel there is no…
Classical thinkers employed classification as a way to define and assess the quality of poetry. What is generally accepted as “great” poetry is debatable in…
After a successful completion of the Valentine poetry competition, Prose & Poetry Hood announces winners and top entrants.
Haiku (Flames) Loneliness and bashful Draws from all envy and frights Till hearts melts like wax Friendship and boldness Makes us walk as…
By Munachimso Nwakile. The man behind my house, Am sick am sick he cries Each and every morning. It is three years-counting;i know better.
NIGERIAN OF MY DREAM