& sometimes being beautiful is the only way to escape fire | Poetry by Abeiku Arhin Tsiwah
& sometimes being beautiful is the only way to escape fire you’re cutting your body with music trying…
& sometimes being beautiful is the only way to escape fire you’re cutting your body with music trying…
MEMORIES FROM CHILDHOOD (for Abdullahi) Credit: Yerwa Express during childhood // at iloko // we lived in our father’s…
Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don’t have knowledge in keen. They don’t have a driving…
You were purple the day you stepped Out of your white smile. I remembered staring at you, Lost…
In the name of change, the descendants of an ancestor needed a people to foster their needs not…
Sorry Jane-‘t wasn’t your turn; …
Jorie Graham has won the 2018 Rebekah Johnson Bobbitt National Prize for Poetry for her 2017 collection “Fast.”…
for Bluestone I am an equation— Calculus of whirlings, thrummings & palpitations. I am a matrix— Gang of…
(For Leah) Life in the hands of Boko Haramites Is a basket full of both pain and agonies …
He had lost his innocence on a similar night at this, eighteen years ago. The moon had been…