2016: EB POETS EXERCISE VII

Theme: Rudolph the slam charm champ! Leonell Echa Dear Rudolph, I heard you’re rich now A real G would go for a spare magazine, but i’d say Go for Gold Besides, you’ve killed enough...

2016: EB POETS EXERCISE V

Theme: Kunta is a Black name Desmond Adeoye-Adetoba Kunta is the name of the black young soul Whisked across the Atlantic in cargo ships of crammed spaces Chains gagging  and DNA looping to keep...

2016: EB POETS EXERCISE IV

Theme: Roses are Red. Sam Ojiyi Blue skies fell and the heavens pissed in the wind While thirsty souls with wide open mouths drank from the rain Heartless drainage where vengeful oceans of emotion...

2016: EB POETS EXERCISE III

Theme:  1984 Desmond Adeoye-Adetoba The Big Brother became clothed with the eye Tongues twisted into newspeak and doubled Thoughts now the crime monitored in Room 101 All to a deviant beginning...

2016: EB POETS EXERCISE II

Theme: If Green Was A Number Hypermind If green was a number it will be zero,before one and all will still be perfect. It will still be the beginning of creation, no end, and still feel the...

2016: EB POETS EXERCISE I

Theme:  Maya Angelou Umar Jimeta Up along the Andes through the Nazca line exists a tribe They worried not for pen or paper-they just didn’t think the pen was mightier than the sword So...

IT WAS BLOOD

It wasn’t love she wanted, it was blood Painted with the word “love” on his skin So in the veins of their bodies pens were blood ink Soaking into both merged flesh like foam wool cotton. Sheets bed...

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Maama used to lie in every story she told us “Us” was bones so she needed flesh on us And flesh on us was what my aunty called growing up- When your manhood could differentiate planting a seed from...