Walking in the mid of afternoon
Crowded children come together
Snow day!
The graceful falling of the impeccable
Snowflakes bind like piles of the virgin
Shed Persian like rug touch of the surface
In the backyard of the crowded
West side brick layered houses
There are days like these
Where still, as animals, we put aside
Our immaturity and play like the infants we are
And the only soundtrack plays is the natural brethren breeze
And underlying are echoes of whispers between the trees
Mark Blok
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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.