Words emerge on my heart’s scape the road from the mind to the hand is too far what appears on the sheets are remnants of a feast no orderings can render: Bald wonder of the roofed town Basking under a heavy literary crown I fall under the spell of all you do so well How … Continue reading For Servio, a birthday poem by S. V. Agema
This is awesome news for Niyi Osundare’s fans: he has a new book out in January 2022. Yaaaaay! Titled Green: Sighs of our Ailing Planet, the collection is an urgent collection of necessity born out of the poet’s need to speak to issues that plague the world. The overview of the book on Barnes and Noble notes that it “is a critical pastoral of poems concerning the environment aroudn the world, from place to place…a book relevant and hopeful for people to stop and reflect on the endangered beauty of all of nature.”
Often when we are in a position, we fail to see how far we have come. It is often the case that when a man is climbing a mountain and looks down, he does not appreciate the heights he has attained but is afraid of what would happen if he falls.
Next year… next birthday…. next Christmas…. and time sneaked in unannounced, uninvited sweeping it all away: the years the birthdays the seasons— leaving behind, only the fragments of the memory of a life and of a face too blurred for memory… in the twinkling of a lifetime. From the collection, One Day I’ll Dare … Continue reading as life goes by (a poem) by Hyginus Ekwuazi
(for our lost ones…and elvis iyorngurum) the night fires are no longer for fun tales they are for the wake of several deaths not for the dead gone… but the living with lives long worn out like winds sapped from souls theories fly from diverse lands rubbing sand into our eyes even as we keep … Continue reading night fires (a poem) by su’eddie vershima agema
Poets. Poets. Are crazy. The rain is falling. I have work to do and all that plays in my mind is the tap of the rain on my roof – tap, tap, tap. And the cold that sneaks into my body from my legs. Why wear a cardigan and have shorts on with slippers? I … Continue reading A Poet in the Cold – Su’eddie Vershima Agema
Today, in Idoto, a small literary festival is being held in honour of Christopher Okigbo. It is nice to know that poets and artistes find the grace of remembrance. One of the poets there gracing the event isChijioke Amu-nnadi who has kept pouring one new verse after the other on his road to that river, … Continue reading echoes of idoto (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema