Allizwell

Henry Iyke

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  • 11 Aug 2013
    1

    Sailing Sooner

    Lord, how do i live
    with her photo burning out of my album
    lying neatly on my polished Obeche

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  • 23 Jul 2013
    1

    MY FIST SHALL SLAM ALL TO DUST

    Books need be forbidden like marijuana, says the teenage
    to the wary journalist. His left hand

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  • 22 Jul 2013
    1

    FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS

    From the reek of her wounds,
    still burning the white sheets, swaddled
    in tormented air, this

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  • 22 Jul 2013

    BEFORE WE SET SAIL

    Lord, how do I live,
    with her photo burning out of my album,
    lying neatly on my polished Obeche

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  • 16 Jul 2013
    2

    SENTRY AT OMBATSE

    Where does he hold drills now? His father
    holds the first plastic gun he shot
    when a boy could

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