& 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…
Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don’t have knowledge in keen. They don’t have a driving…
Infatuate a poet for he’ll bathe you in Styx: The words you whistle, tune you warble, And smile…
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…
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.”…