Like a wildflower the people here are
hard-workers but show no improvement.
The constant chatter, the defining noise
It seems they come and go just like weeds.
They don’t die, or fade with the wind.
They can be like flies – annoying,
but more than you’d expect.
Everyday those who smoke,
if its Motown girl, or Teresa up stairs, or Keegan,
they burn out just like the street lights above our cars.
Their lives like weeds and cigarettes give way to just
puttering around showing little triumph or stability.
Their SSI, Medi-Care and Financial Aid checks
vanish between a snap of fingers.
Kris Price
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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.
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