Of Things I Never Forget
it is how we string names to our parent
& i find my father in each letter,
such as how he died on a woman’s chest
with a gin buried in his breast pocket,
Poem: Sir Amarata Briggs By Tares
So they put the books he has never read in his casket, and let the sea have him.
This is how to bury a hundred year old Poet Laureate, who exchanged
his childhood for a volume of books on how to cure dementia.
Thursday’s Children: Book Review By Ifesinachi Johnpaul
In ‘Do Dead Men Come Back Home?’ Kanyinsola Olorunisola takes on the question of reincarnation. He sees himself as having existed in times past, as being co-habited by ancestors and kindred spirits who have found resurrection in his mind. Déjà vu? Perhaps! But here is an author who feels that his middle name, Babatunde (the dead man has come back home), is not just symbolic but literal