Four Poems by Tosin Gbogi
the verdict of thunder the world has been so silent today the hangman has outlawed noise the streets have been so quiet today the emperor has proscribed gos-sips[…]
Are we listening?
the verdict of thunder the world has been so silent today the hangman has outlawed noise the streets have been so quiet today the emperor has proscribed gos-sips[…]
1. Sister Mustard died someplace Mount Ebola, I think, in Africa. They planted a mine on the headstone For a curious little boy to play with. Kaboom! and his[…]
The Bomber Drowned THE BOMBER TOO DROWNED, in his ripple Among the heads, at the belt’s attunement to rage, at the last dead chant– HEAD TO THE SCHEDULED FEAST ON virgin demons; breaths–[…]
by Benson Eluma Claire, now they make the mannequins with long legs They give them huge buttocks and big breasts But they leave their lips thin and their noses aquiline[…]