Cacti of frost: collars of lymph nodes stretched out as snowballs tinsel the soft tissue…
Poetry
Everything was dying when the telephone came alive. the first ring was from a woman…
It was cold in the valley that winter. Helgardt De Lange and I stayed in…
As part of EXPOUND’s aim of reengineering African Literature by bridging the differences between writings…
SOLITUDE I bask in lonely nights With blanket of woven words And covering…
…………………….. ….. Xuzhou, Jiangsu, China New trousers. I wear them when I walk to the noodle diner.…
Titilope Sonuga, Nigeria’s inaugural poet laureate, curator of the hugely successful SoulFest “Becoming” and Intel…
TITLE: THE HATE ARTIST AUTHOR: NIRAN OKEWOLE PUBLISHER: KHALAM EDITIONS YEAR OF PUBLICATION DATE: 2015…
Overnight this world becomes full of smiling people and I take you by hand to…