Poetry

"...Not all corners Of the river, shimmer..."

"...Let my dream come true..."

"Years pass without a whiff of murmur..."

"...the unofficial soundtrack for the Bicentennial..."

"...make a voice to your voiceless aches..."

"...the potential buyer in the shop was like a creepy meteorite..."

"...as a tenant of this revolving tableau..."

"...The sunlight dancing on the leaves of the banyan tree..."

"Why would anyone need a brain?..."

"...we become from our beaming selves..."

"...There are many cases when things go unresolved..."

"One night I dreamt of a hungry kid..."

"...you don't have the right to repeal my name..."

"Traveling through northern France..."

"...the profoundest emotions they excavate from within..."

"...it's not just her makeup that's flawless..."

Isioma Jemimah Okonicha writes Poetry, essays, and fictions. Several of her books are published online and in print.

"...Astronomers can watch the skies like a math problem..."

"...Every musical note, even the abstract holds its silence..."

"...everything flows downhill into them..."

"...Last night we forgot to watch the clock..."

"...he said that Karl was not a Marx brother..."

"...a passion, a prophecy, a muse..."

"...history retells the shameful comedy of incompetence and greed..."

"...Atlas is explaining the nature of his shoulders..."

...not as a wife to bear it in humility..."

"Waiting at the door of my mind for another poem..."

"...And I woke up and saw your face..."

"...at least tonight I got the time..."

"...when the sun casts golden hues over the valley mountains..."