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Patty Dickson Pieczka
Deji Adesoye
Michelle Bailet-Jones
Steve Barfield
Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
Solomon Haruna
Aneek Chatterjee
Karyn M. Bruce
Robert Nisbet
Laszlo Slomvits
Y. Przhebelskaya
Running Cub
Alan Britt
Richard Gartee
Fahredn Shehu
Amit Parmressar
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Neighborhood Report
(Oluwo-nla, 2019)
Tonight
The Babylon of weed
Has come to my street
The nostrils of the
birds have been taken
captive in their sleep
The lizards will be mad
in their holes
And I, because I have
the Lord on my side,
shall not stagger,
Except into the
corner of my room
Afterlife
Death does not delete
them from us;
Instead it creates space
that they may fly away
into the innermost of our
hearts,
Or I, sink deeper into
your thoughts,
your memory,
And the diary of your
Dreams
mortal life
i see you pass away in the
ring of the organ
your leftover, posterity
drawn long in the faint
ending of hymn
mortal life
and the sorrow too shall pass
The mournful joys, the joyful
mourns, encircle constant
drudgery that life is,
within the shortest octave.
Deji Adesoye (HRM), Epe Ekiti, Nigeria