INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Chris Lord
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ONLY SET YOUR HEARTS RIGHT Remember the kisses When you break bread Forget the hisses When you cut the thread Bruised suns will lack Rays when honored at the rock But eyes already tortured By acrid smoke and the thud Of the sea that woke up late Always blink when revelations rustle GRANNY Today I return To the old house you Built before you Passed away. Old things Have a way with sadness And silence. Sure I remember your smile, But what good is a smile When you are miles away From these days' eyes, buried In the mound in the front yard, And my memory of you Teaching me how to skin A slaughtered chicken Soaked in hot water is The laughter within? Dike Okoro, Port Harcourt, Rivers State, Nigeria |