The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)He believes language is no leash on the mind, more like an unbroken stallion, wild-eyed. A lover and a bolt of lightning, an unsheathed sword, through which even the unspeakable takes on the world. From the first pale flicker of dawn on his lids to the darkened hush where delirious dreams play, his mind fills […]
Once as a dusk entombed me, Hope grew hoarse, and shadows doomed me. In a house where forces groomed me I thought of thoughts I dared not speak. Each wall was lined with disheveled dreams Scars from storms I ought never to have seen. Time – that ghostly, grinding wheel, Carved new cracks in every […]
(In this poem I’m addressing Albert Camus. In doing so I’m confessing a huge debt, unfathomable wonder and an instinct for rebellion.) You found me, twenty and cracked open, too alive to die, too numb to live. Your pages spoke like cigarette smoke curling from the mouth of God. You said the world was blank, […]
Two voices. One remembers the smoke. One names the fire. Together, they refuse to forget. ASH IN THE SHAPE OF FAITH I. The Smell of Smoke I was ten when a Sunday school teacher told me the dinosaurs were God’s mistake: too big, too strange, not mentioned in Genesis. We laughed, but quietly. Even as […]
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