Poetry: Prayer at Sunrise by James Weldon Johnson
| Sculpture by Olu Amoda | Prayer at Sunrise by James Weldon Johnson O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun, Now thou art risen, and thy day begun. How shrink…
Diary: Excuses Without I
yelloooo again did not feel like blogging opened break from routine little misery in peace is welcomed especially in this confusion of summerfallwinter working on Mawusi fw15 weighty feelings…
Poetry: American Smooth by Rita Dove
American Smooth by Rita Dove We were dancing—it must have been a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise execution as we moved…
Poetry: XVII (I do not love you…) by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Poetry: Fact and Fancy by H.P. Lovecraft
How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind; Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,