FWGE Day 15: The Bittersweet Death of The Love Affair by Abigail George
(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I have nowhere to go. The nurse had a mouthful to say. Her tongue got tangled up in the…
(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I have nowhere to go. The nurse had a mouthful to say. Her tongue got tangled up in the…
when icons die stars fall, the nights look darker a bit because another lamp was switched off. what happens to great men who traject through…
As for the lunar month We sniff and smear Await time Burning Like the darkness of the night This is for the sacred days We…
Sorry Jane-‘t wasn’t your turn; …
for Bluestone I am an equation— Calculus of whirlings, thrummings & palpitations. I am a matrix— Gang of numbers lost in the depths of squares….
(For Leah) Life in the hands of Boko Haramites Is a basket full of both pain and agonies And chameleons that changes colour Where Sauntering…
In the name of change, the descendants of an ancestor needed a people to foster their needs not with broken manifestoes but fulfilled promises they…
You were purple the day you stepped Out of your white smile. I remembered staring at you, Lost in thoughts and illusions. I should have…
THE ARCHER My mouth cannot utter How this arrow has hit me. Deeply, Into the core of my heart, Into the marrows of my bones,…
it was too cold right here to handle my heart froze even when i lit up a candle i only watched it burn within and…