POETRY: BROKEN THRENODY:BY BLESSING OGWIJI
BROKEN THRENODY Forages. Ranches. Herdsmen. These three are large stones, on which a pot, full of boiling violence sits- undisturbed. In this place,
off to africa
“i’m off to africa next month” he said in his southern californian drawl as if he was visiting rockport maine as if the
TWO POEMS BY: Torty Tortivie
OF DYING FIRES Not all flames that die, brother, are meant to be stoked; Don’t blow some. We stampede at conflagrations in The