INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Geoffrey Philp
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HEADLINES We're trying very hard to believe death doesn't exist. She's our one and only unanswered question -- if you ignore WMDs, Love and UFOs. And girls. For now we'll stand, watching the lists grow longer, clones of Simic's woman with the trembling finger. Our souls are cold and the lists long. We ride to oblivion on everyday buses, or slip through the neighbourhood cafe, past smoke that is not from the kitchen, to the picnics set on the paper gardens of tomorrow's news. SAY CHEESE Memories all come And go like jilted lovers. Replacements report for duty Because they say my mind is filled With negatives in a world Of positive thinking. Freeze your masks for free Gaze later, and guess What the pockets of that lost look hold, Or cringe at how overweight you looked This time last year. Listen to me speaking Let their be light Where time sweeps memories With darkened brooms. Tolu Ogunlesi, Lagos, Nigeria |
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