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“They used planks of wood, batons, canes, horsewhips, and so many other things that the two brothers could not see or make sense of. They mostly targeted their heads.”

“the vines relentless in their unraveling / over
the brick that want only to be bare / one man’s beauty becomes another’s brutal architecture”

“Bundled together with Soyinka, Clark and other members of what they classed the Ibadan-Nsukka school of Nigerian poetry, Okigbo is accused of a failure in craft in his early work.”

“I know there are many images of home borne about by people, vast libraries inside of them over which they would have taken darkness, the sounds of them so depressing, so disturbing they would gladly exchange them for silence.”

I’m sitting on the front stoop of apartment when a flock of birds interrupts my sadness and guzzles up the berries on the tree next to me. My neighbor walks by and in my new-found […]

“It occurred to me then that Kemi was unlike any person I knew. I’d never known anyone to trick a pastor like that, and have him not see through it; never had anyone sneak into my bed without warning and steal my sleep, disappearing by morning and causing me to doubt the verity of the memory.”

“but emotion is, after all, an artfully conjured gesture /
a dance behind the raised sheets /
of audience that is not audience”

“Tradition is an indifferent god. Like love, that one does not see it, or see it whole, does not mean it ceases to exist; if it is not possible to see, like one’s soul, it is often hidden from view, like one’s sole.”