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Poetry: To Schizoid Man

Poetry: To Schizoid Man

To Schizoid Man By Fayia Sellu, California, USA. Pulsating the organs of Post-truth Either for battle or prattle Secreting oceans of prussic acid in (...)

| 2 weeks ago | 695 views

Poetry: The enigma of a cross

Poetry: The enigma of a cross

The Enigma of a Cross By Moses Kainwo, Freetown, Sierra Leone. Tell me, What is a cross? Is it white, is it black, Is it white and black? Is it a (...)

| 1 month ago | 1370 views

Poetry: Howl

Poetry: Howl

Howl By Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves (...)

| 1 month ago | 1246 views

Poetry: Canto XLV

Poetry: Canto XLV

Canto XLV By Ezra Pound (With Usura) With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting that design might cover (...)

| 2 months ago | 8753 views

Poetry: We Rise Again

Poetry: We Rise Again

We Rise Again By Jacob Palmer, New Jersey, USA. I saw the morning sun rising from its night-time slumber Peeping through the mountain peaks and rolling (...)

| 3 months ago | 2788 views

Poetry: I got a glimpse of God

Poetry: I got a glimpse of God

I got a glimpse of God By Willie James King, USA. It was when I was alone in the woods I wasn’t lonely. I knew where I was. Sepia and black (...)

| 4 months ago | 2827 views

Poetry: Sallay Kama Sallay

Poetry: Sallay Kama Sallay

Sallay Kama Sallay* By Moses Kainwo, Freetown, Sierra Leone Sallay kama sallay! Bosway! Bosway! Sallay kama sallay! Bosway! Bosway! Sallay kama (...)

| 4 months ago | 2596 views

Poetry: Toward Un-Epiphanies

Poetry: Toward Un-Epiphanies

Toward Un-Epiphanies By Fayia Sellu, California, USA. America longs for the days, when her Conscience was tardy; but in attendance Begrudgingly, (...)

| 5 months ago | 2775 views

Poetry: A glimpse of time

Poetry: A glimpse of time

A Glimpse of Time By Saidu Bangura, Praia, Cape Verde. (...)

| 5 months ago | 2973 views

Poetry: We have no weapon for that

Poetry: We have no weapon for that

We have no weapon for that By Willie James King, USA. I wasn’t feeling at all low that day I stepped inside a buzzing bistro, penniless, (...)

| December 2016 | 2359 views

Poetry: Oaklandish

Poetry: Oaklandish

Oaklandish By Fayia Sellu, Berkeley, California, USA. Prognosis: Like Brooklyn, Oakland will survive And thrive Post-gentrification From the (...)

| September 2016 | 2177 views

Poetry: Death at the Derby

Poetry: Death at the Derby

Death at the Derby By Willie James King, USA. The horse with the broken ankle bowed, after dust settled, to all who stood before it, as it always had (...)

| September 2016 | 2731 views