Scent of water, by Chris Anyokwu
Toe-hold on bald outcrops, slippery slope baked in fiery fury of May. Condemned to run accustomed route to ...
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Undying promise, by Chris Anyokwu
Dispatched in staccato ceremony of serial rapine, lone Promise of the family tree lay machete in hand, not ...
Natasha, by Chris Anyokwu
This fruitisnotyour free lunch,Adam.Lord it allyou want in this lawless Eden,your crowing courtiersegging you on.This ripest fruit is ...
How we love to return you to the tom-tom in primeval night, by Chris Anyokwu
When our primal parents, clad in innocence stomped round familial hearth with skewered game: And rhythm of nature's ...
January 15, by Chris Anyokwu
Wish you were like halcyon days that came before you, when brothers dipped fingers in one pot ...
President of the street, by Chris Anyokwu
His moniker, harmless,mere shadow brings dead hush upon raucous throats baying for blood in the street. He's ...
Canada, by Chris Anyokwu
Canada! Canada! Canada! Oh,Canada! They say you're heaven to which hell's captives run,they say your streets are paved ...