Songs of Anisha
“Let the Clouds Descend,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
Let the clouds descend
On the grassy sandbags
Let their echoes ascend
Like thunderborn brags
Let dark clouds descend
On the dew-borne docks
Let their features depend
On the tunes of the cocks
Let sighted skies address
Their mail to higher seas
Let their features redress
For the bright eyes to see
Let weeping skies rejoice
At the seat of the rainbow
And let his coloured voice
Reign in the wet mainbow
Lions roar in their domains
And waves woo our shores
The patented truth remains
The medicine for our sores
“Writer’s Block,”
by Michael ‘Wudz’ Ochoki
I could just
lay here and
day-dream
myself into
a question
as the world
pours itself
on my feet
or I could
invent an
intricate fashion
sense of weaving
words into string
theories like my
daughter’s braids.
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