Poem: The boy with the issue of blood II By Enotor Prosper
A knife, its lip of silver, kisses into your wrist to
uncoil the streaks of ennui passing for veins along your arms ___boy, bleed. Your ex lover so turned up the volume
Poem: The Metaphysics of an Opus By Enotor Prosper
it’s pride of tearing through the soft of clouds; such cruel! How it pry opens a dahlia, an hibiscus, reaching into their core, the better part of them
Poetry: Shadows do not Live to Tell the Stories & Nothing Remains. Just this Body By Adeyeye James Oluwatobi
I hide in the thighs of love . In the eye of scriptures. I hide in sleeps that do not knock me out into the open –