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Paul B Roth
Duane Locke
Alan Britt
Silvia Scheibli
Steve Barfield
Duane Locke
Alex Ferde
Kristina Krumova
Richard Gartee
Lyn Lifshin
Gale Acuff
Alicia Mathias
Sunday Eyitayo Michael
Running Cub
Laszlo Slomovits
Shutta Crum
Solomon Musa Haruna

Elisavietta Ritchie
Yuan Hongri
Helen Grigya
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce

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Deji W. Adesoye

Michael Lee Johnson
Keith Moul
Jennifer Burd

John Grey
Rekha Valliaypan
Fred Wolven


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Questioning Life:
I.  Destiny

If our everyday lives are scribbles from a pen,
Our acts determined by its alphabets.
If our reality is fictitious, an endless storyline
With each life closing with the full stop and
A new birth, a fresh paragraph
If our zeal or apathy,
Loveliness or hatefulness,
Beautiful or ugly looks,
Are just adjectives from the Authorís finger.
Just, what if
Our shattered dreams, hopeless living
Are just the tragic parts?
With birth and death as recurring clichťs
What if,
Our life is so constrained to the script
That we cannot change it
If thinking of changing it was
Chapter 2019, paragraph 0201,
Two lines before the full stop?
What if, we were just destined?

 

II.  Life, a drama

Earth, the stage. We, the cast
Though unrehearsed, yet perfectly acted
Dramatis personae; everyone has a part to play
Creative script of God, perfect punctuations
Creation of Adam- scene one
Fall of Satan- the last scene
Adamís privilege, Eden- my struggle
His chance wasted,
Perhaps, I would do worse.
From S.A to U.S.A in search of green pastures
-wrong setting
Itís like Eveís being massaged in a Jacuzzi
Or Zuckerberg on a tree in Eden.
We are different characters with different roles.
Role confusion leads to poor acting- no imitation
If I were a star, I would be the brightest
Now that you are you, are you the best you?

 

Unknown

Iíve never seen you,
But I will recognize you if I do
Perhaps, you will have:
White furs, for my hopes to lie cushy,
Eagle wings, so my dreams can soar,
Burning eyes, directing my frail feet.

Iíve never heard you,
But your voice will oscillate my earlobe
Perhaps, you will have:
Needle words, to sew my torn heart,
Melodious intonations, to send my spirit dancing,
Burning tongue, to roast my fears.

Youíve never touched me,
But your palm will send shiver to my brain
Perhaps, it will feel like:
Burning coal, setting my soul ablaze,
Blue ice, keeping my heart refreshed,
Waterfalls, washing down my sorrows.

Iíve never known you,
But when I do,
I know you will be love.

 

Sunday Eyitayo Michael, Lagos, Nigeria


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