Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan

in memory of all the Ndi-Igbo who were shipped into slavery through the Arochukwu Long Juju Slave Route. Beyond the […]

      The owls in the vault of your mouth confess their grieving silence to the chapel of the dead     when a tarantula uplifts a

Death gathers hips of bone to beat rioting nightsinto a coma & this was euthanasia granted toa wounded crow begging

You like me when I smell like the moon, glazedwith gunpowder & November dust. Look at   the galaxies—a canopy