Witches gather on the shore
As I tread the deep,
Calm as their eyes
The water is warmer, deeper.
I swim but do not tire,
A head above the surface
I am surrounded,
Left to ponder the torture
Of their patience.
I sink without feeling
The floor, bottomless.
Aaron Wiegert
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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.