TO BE GOOD (a poem by El Sane Ken Silencer)
I killed myself,Trying to give life;I gave out my heartThinking the world as 'twas- Twas a place- palaceEvery head wore crownHappiness in every faceNo body move in pretense. I give...
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THIS CAGED BIRD SINGS (a poem by Theophilus Femi Alawonde)
this caged bird is a boy, who longed for life,
for love, for normality. teachers said he was arrogant,
that he could well hear you speak, but he won’t reply you
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST [JULY 2019] ‘EXPRESS YOURSELF’
You are invited to enter your poem for the July 2019 edition of the monthly BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) themed: ‘EXPRESS YOURSELF’.
AKOR AGADA NATHANIEL IS BPPC JUNE 2019 WINNER
Akor Agada Nathaniel has emerged the winner of the June 2019 edition of the monthly Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) for young writers which was themed ‘VISION 2050’. Akor is...
NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE (NSPP) 2019 – OKOYE, OKPARA, OGWIJI EMERGE WINNERS
Ogugua Micah Okoye, Okpara Ugochukwu Damian and Ehi-Kowochio Ogwiji are the winners of the fourth edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize, NSPP 2019.
MY TWO CENTS ON KUKOGHO’S ‘WE WHO SOWED HURT AND BEADED PAINS’ (a review by Kingsley Dominic)
Kukogho Iruesiri Samson poetry collection WE WHO SOWED HURT AND BEADED PAINS is a genius argument for suicide and mirrors the emotions of those who travel that path.
REVIEW OF JOSEPH WODO’S ‘STIMULATING’ POETRY COLLECTION ‘AS I STROKE MY CHIN HAIRS’
As I Stroke my Chin Hairs might seem just like a poet’s testament to his personal experiences. It has done more than that. It uses the poet as a backdrop to discuss bigger social and political issues, delving into topics of identity, life, nationalism, love, and adolescence.
TALK ABOUT NIGERIAN BOOKS, DO IT FOR THE CULTURE (a commentary by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
I daresay the main reason foreign books seem to be eternally more accepted than indigenous books is that we hear about their new titles & authors every day via various media while ours, close to home, are published without anyone hearing about them.
OUR LORD IS FRANCOPHONE (a poem by Omotayo Awoyemi)
Our lord has ears, and he hears whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and wailings of the abject masses in his left; whose stapes is Apollyon.
WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
What if I said I love you? Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole?