Floating, I myself in a gastric universe
Behind the serene white picket fence
I am nothing but a slow moving bit of tissue
Not even a muscle really, just undulating
Liquid but solid, always fidgeting
Plastered to the roof of the sleeping mouth
I am useful for loving
By miracle, I help form words
Notice now I move from the back of teeth
(When you say teeth)
You can trace a map across my surface.
JD DeHart
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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.