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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Due Tuesday: “Write about a single word.” I. Awkward. The word shuffles clumsily into my mind this morning as I yawn and sit up in bed. It bumps my brain and croaks, “Hey! Lemme in.” And I do. I let it stand in line with the other applying adjectives, who watch this graceless word wait...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    i want to climb inside, hide myself in those quiet spaces between your ribs, crawl in under your warm, simple skin to tuck myself behind your breastbone i want to be the secrets traced in the creases of your palms, spell wishes into your lungs, breathe, find myself in the pilgrim meeting of ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Lead me to where the lilies grow When happy leaves have fallen down, When cold and creeping frost lies low These dreary moonbeams drip below To nature unclothed, bared and brown, So lead me to where the blackthorns grow When harvest season's honeyed glow Away the wintry wind has blown, T...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    So oft, my cruel misfortune mirrors myth, My plotted course a travesty of tale Where glory, peaked, declines in shame forthwith And worthy quests for greatness surely fail. I hie as though I cast the costing glance On Fair enlivened ere she crossed to light. And ever shall I suffer, fo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    it never changes, how winter stalks in, the way overcast skies sweep over the sun and all her radiance, then leave a frozen moon to hang blankly, silently, over grey, crusted snow. years die, only to be born again in the same icy monotony, flakes falling indifferently to sta...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I’m from the hot, humid air of Badagry, from dusty dirtroads and sweltering sun. From jollof rice every night, tucked-away tears, and the purity of tiled floors. Palm trees looming, this is where I’m from – from the Reverends and wooden pews, you know, the scent of sweat and starch...

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