Ohio Ideals, Run and Never Look Back

The exodus,


of an obese flock


Baptist churches

dressed as Johnny Cash

live at Folsom,



corroded in nature

as they lay dying on Old Bryan Drive

east of


red cometh the day

rusted and ancient,


forgotten and forged American steel,


past lives and

generations liquefied in dirt

blackened hands caress

the castrated tongues

as they

hang from the sky


willed trees spurring into me

plastic burrows in the ground

soaring forth domestication,


vampire killer stakes

wooden Jesus

coagulated blood on

lottery tickets and

cans of disease as they

ride the rails


the crimson hills

of the unknown past,


the orange paste

of the future


rain pellets rest under shade

that afternoon,


dropping bombs of hate.

Brett Stout

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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