Blazing Hot (Issue 3)

Blazing Hot (Issue 3)

Arewa by Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom



your beauty is a blade cutting deep into

the fleshiness of my muse, to draw blood

plastering crispy papers with fine layers of

words refined in the industry of infatuation.



your beauty is the departing sun

radiating its elegance through waters

basking in the calmness of the young night

unworried by alarming approach of darkness.



your beauty is a poet versifying moments spent

under the shade of a tree, under endless canopies

of skies deserted by stars because you were

the star for the night – the supreme beauty.



your beauty exists on the glossiness

of a paper traced with impatient hands

held captive by locks whose keys are kept

in the safe of your candid eyes…



your beauty is an inhaler to my asthmatic needs,

a pore space on my tongue sinking prodigious

wants into the abyss of contentment. Your beauty

is a restaurant where admiration freely dines…



your beauty is a creaking bed suffering

under the weight of a thousand admirers

tossing coin-like desires within confines

of a heart pleading for a victorious head.



your beauty is an ointment flowing

from the base of your brain

to the base of your fleeting feet. Your beauty

is a creation of the seventh day.

12483491_997290780331691_578990118_nKolade Olanrewaju Freedom is the editor of PIN Quarterly Journal and Moderator of Eriata Annual Food Poetry Contest. He has authored two poetry collections entitled The Light Bearer and Punctured Silence.









the last place you touched by Stanley Princewill McDaniels
the holes in my heart
are your legacies
of what was and
what ought not
i found
home in dark
places, i search for
happiness in drops of electric tears,
i search for happiness
in broken benches,
piles of memories
to burn
till my heart becomes
a castle without doors
and you become a tale
of civil war


I Want To Believe II by Stanley Princewill McDaniels
you fit into my heart
like a glove
so our togetherness becomes
a myth
ingested by children and the ages
your face is filled with secret doors
keeping secrets from each other:
lips, your
chin, your cheeks,
your brows, your eyes,
your soul
are celestial places
and every smile is a home
beyond the heavens

cuteStanley Princewill McDaniels is a Nigerian poet, realist and a 2016 Ebedi Residency fellow. His works of poetry have appeared on several literary outfits including Brittlepaper, Tuck Magazine, the Kalahari Review, Deep Water Literary Journal amongst others.

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