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When we invited writers for this Issue, submissions of any theme or genre were welcomed, but especially so for works that explore the concept of journeys through the lenses of travels and tours―what it means to travel, to seek out new places. To write a story or a poem or an essay, writes Garth Greenwell, is to make a claim about what we find beautiful, about what moves us, to reveal a vision of the world, which the writers in this Issue have done with their work.
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I’m pleased to say that it felt like home journeying to the birth of this book. Of course home is where the “art” is. This chapbook contains 20 poems scribed from the very core of my heart.
“Dancing With The Tides” sends a message or talks about the need to being in equilibrium with the happenings in the world and not to be too attached to one specifically.
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Abebi
Cries of a baby
Tears of Iya Abebi
Evil some people call life
Isn’t it darkness that brought her to life?
At birth she takes a sweet full
Colostrum it is called
Nigeria, I call Abebi
Iya, I call her forefathers
Abebi did not grow like others
When a father drinks the milk,
of the child
Doesn’t the child’s belly get bigger?
Abebi did not take in
Enough milk while growing,
even though, filled with milk and honey
Abebi is now weaned on garri
Throw back into The Future By Damilola Jonathan O. Lay me down by my darling, Watch her breathe from my angle, I kissed her nose, Touched her neck, Slid my arms around her waistline. Lay me down, So close to your warm breasts, All the rise and fall, On my bare...
A Story Series By Eunice Oladeji The repeated hammering of the construction worker took my mind back to the night of 15th April, 1983, the night that bullets battered the walls of the governor’s house and spoilt my Spiderman shirt which my younger brother was putting...
A lonely wanderer in a lifeless open desert... Where sorrow,darkness,tears and fear were my companions .. Tormented by my shortcomings and weaknesses day and night ... In a fierce battle with my self ... Trapped within the gates of my mind.. With the feeling of...
Hey Mr. Editor can you please lower your voice? Can you help without being such an A*s about it? Dear Writer, Never be in a hurry to get other people's opinion about your work, select carefully and there is a good reason for this advice. Sometimes writers get a...
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