Posts from — April 2008

by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa

Like life
Vice begets vice.
Watch with prudency
You do not get it.
It could just be the penicillin
From the pharmacist.

by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa

Hope

Hope is a caged bird
that sings –

but goes and never comes
when it is freed.

And so too is
                    sorrow.

by Adrielle Perkins

A single strand of spider’s silk,
Stretched, silver in the sun;
Is sticking to what’s left of summer,
Now that fall’s begun.

by Harold G Grimes III

Coldly human
a dramatization of heat
the noise the gossip the talk the trouble
all cheap
don’t speak

I feel it with my intelligence
the horror the nightmare the pain
the only real
we feel nothing
but cold.

by Harold G Grimes III

I suffer to your graveside
each day just to see you
talk to you
still in love with you.
that coldness left inside me
makes me sob until I’m numb.
So I sit here, summer, winter,
’til my sorrow is all gone.
So I still come here every day
for my sorrow’s endless song.