Two Poems by Damilola Oyedeji
Woman — you’re in a rhombus of cuffing vines, surrendered to a chokehold, this is the maze-mold that forms you, you’re oblivious of getting away or a way. this is
Woman — you’re in a rhombus of cuffing vines, surrendered to a chokehold, this is the maze-mold that forms you, you’re oblivious of getting away or a way. this is
Education is like quenching a thirst; parched throats, desert-like bodies roving minds scuttling through time’s lounge puddles on mind-fields, hollow down in drizzles modify into understanding as roots gather and
In this poem, bruises are measured with the pinch of a finger. the night floated with a crave for voices; you unearthed your heart searched your ears for a last
