Free-D-O-M

Freedom is all my heart seeks, From this sealed sack, I’m breaking loose. Enough of the frightening night hunts, Beating off my sweet night snores. Enough of the dangling memories, Eating up my pleasing melodies. You had a Free-Dose-Of-Me, Not a part but all of me. I was lost in the drumbeat of my soul, […]

Dorian© Poetic Op-ed By Oseloka H. Obaze 

Dorian© Dorian, Dorian, And so came pouring rains, Awninged clouds and comingled winds, An alchemy; ruthless, with ominous potency. August’s cruelty seemed passé, As Dorian’s awesome squall arrived, Unto September it stalled to connive, Wobbling its eye over island divides, Before brandishing its high Category Five, Uncontrollable Nature pelting rain pebbles, As if in rebuke […]

Poem

Intoxicating Songs and Sights I just like to stray into the forest each time l visit the countryside How I like to immerse myself into its thickness and feel the awesomeness of Mother Nature surge into my veins The proximity to a life undiluted intoxicates my spirits I heed the birds` advice as they sing […]

Tuna Thoughts

An out-of-date tin of tuna left on a Supermarket shelf, it’s like much else, it holds meaning . . . for those who were once food-poisoned or those who’ve gone sea fishing. For the rest, it irritates, upsets even but no more. Yet, I seem to have fallen between stools, see in it something more […]

Zen

That bag, that lifeless bag – watched but stock still – is all that’s left . . .             Professor Kevin Sludds Professor Kevin Sludds is probably the only philosophical therapist in Ireland. He is also a professional ethicist with 20 years’ experience of teaching, consulting and training. Kevin is […]

Recall, what’s to come

Buried in your skin as light turns to darkness I breathe you in a moment’s rest.   Your dreams above the noisy gen and bedroom fan lost against warm night air with just a trace of hope left still.               Professor Kevin Sludds Professor Kevin Sludds is probably the […]

Still Voice

Nothing significant was ever said nothing that mirrored the import of how things were said.   The gravitas, pomp and opinion that becomes more meaningful by being repeated!   Who can hear above the wittering? None but the echo of all that was said, the sense of déjà-vu again, day-in day-out, their voices as your […]

Homesickness

Though the everyday is not bright and it bores us just to see, when passed, it stings to know what it meant the ease and shelter of the familiar.               Professor Kevin Sludds Professor Kevin Sludds is probably the only philosophical therapist in Ireland. He is also a professional […]

IMMORTAL POEMS

AT night you look above to the stars.. from where did their lifecycle start; they’ve been here time immemorial giving light to us in dark times the stars and the cloud, immortality and the man; life after death… Ever wonder if your soul ever dies; or what lays ahead when you close your eyes. This […]

The Mad Man’s Prayer

Lord, when your thunderclouds clapped Lucifer anguished in pain—and woe. When he descended and crashed the earth. Dust rose. Amen! Andrew Bula teaches Literature (which includes Creative Writing) and Use of English in the Department of General Studies at Baze University, Abuja.