Ìfé mi
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By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: ÀNÌKÉ- Day 4 Ìfé mi my love for you is a verb, like a flower singing into the sky, like a bird lip-syncing the songs of memory in a deserted town, because you heart bears the…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: ÀNÌKÉ- Day 4 Ìfé mi my love for you is a verb, like a flower singing into the sky, like a bird lip-syncing the songs of memory in a deserted town, because you heart bears the…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: ÀNÌKÉ- Day 3 Of Love & Comets I have tried gathering bits of me together in a baritone casting silence into music, tried finding my lost rib in the absence grief made clear, I had forgotten…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: ÀNÌKÉ- Day 2 You’ll Find Me Tomorrow as a nightingale at the other side of your bed, throwing you at songs swaying before mirrors reflecting the evening fall in your eyes, a warm haven calling me…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: ÀNÌKÉ- Day 1 Ànìké mi I have come again with words draped in milk & music, I have come, this time, with a longing to adore the light that is you, I have come with a…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: & I do not want to write how new resolutions crisscross the sky in white robes & holy linings or how the fuzz of uncertainties lurks around the journey ahead & the nosey eyes of dawn,…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: dusk of red roses, star lights & pink fluorescents you blaze this longing to bury my chaos in your chest, this longing to run to the sea in your voice & listen to water tell tall…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Conversations About Grief & Survival The night looks like the many things I lost before they died. The birds are not singing, they are silent like the deadness whispering into the ear of my window. I…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 28 (Finale) Homecoming the way home is always full of the tears of memories & the road won’t give answers to the questions of sunsets, of trees, of places. & my heart is a…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 27 In a heartbeat the clouds would burst into raindrops. the clink of bodies would dilute a room’s voice. & a seabird would sing to the sea & leave a homestead to itself. my…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 26 A Moonlight Song moonlight is a song filled with mirrors & you’re the only lyrics to embrace to survive times my reflection is a mirage. in my sojourn with the night, there is…