A tree, the color of ash, root system
like the humped back of a massive
slow-moving creature, decorating
a small circle of sidewalk, a space
at the bottom large enough to hide
a baby basket inside
Beyond, the truck parked, the shop
opening, a fresh layer of dogwood
blossoms and a campus bell ringing
but no one is taking notes right now
People stand idle in early morning
circles as if their bones are rustling
breaking away the ice of hibernation
many of their fellows still hidden
beneath the cloth of warm sheets
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.
