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Dear son,
I got a report that when
yesterday’s downpour was seconded by the wind that made you shiver,
you ran indoors and wore
th..
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ENTRY:
with your hands in your
pockets,
you walked into the room and
the lights went off.
“you’ve come on your own
ac..
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For Cherry on her birthday
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Through my half-open window,
She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth
As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.
My radio sleeps t..
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A Review of Umar Sidi's The Poet of Sand
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If cats are said
to have nine lives,
Lives of poems
are above nine times ninety-nine.
If poems have no
life, let me not be counted as a p..
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Very well, my dear
Bless you, for the years I hung
on your heart’s hook
Like a wet cloth spread under
the scorching eyes of the sun
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Although she was not as charming as she thought, Nne liked to think herself the most beautiful damsel on earth. She had graduated and finished her NYS..
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It wasn’t the peck on my left cheek
that brought tears to witness the wrong
you’ve done to my heart.
Rather, the loudness of your silen..
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If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropes
And hear not the bell that wakes the day
Say me a prayer
That all may carry my songs to dark
Corn..
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