Spitting cat
fecal smell
you yowl at full moons.
You’re stealth
rock-cold heart
interstellar-chill eyes
rat-catching talons
sleek machine.
You preen like a Cleopatra
I’ve never seen such vanity;
were you a girl
lovers would slay themselves.
Robert James
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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.