Songs of Anisha
Love is a bird
open your nest
lay your bed
love to rest
Love is food
it is good
the end
to tend
fend.
“Masai Dreamer,”
by Abigail George
Down came the thin rain
When his feet settled squarely in the dust
Of the alien nation of the sun
Raised with fire and born with the heart of a lion.
Hush, hush, hush –
He projects his body toward the sky
He is suspended mid-air
Untouched by time and colonial spies.
His head snaps back
His jaw sinks to his chin
Like an illuminated diagnosis
His demeanor reminds me of the emancipated.
“Our Home,”
by Mobolaji Olawale
This ball is lonely
In midst of others in space
It’s haunted by death.
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