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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.

Ryan Johnson

Posted on May 4, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ryan Johnson is a recent college graduate who discovered his passion for writing back in 2008. He has recently relocated to Dayton Ohio from Atlanta Georgia where he continues to write in hopes of perfecting his craft. Read his poem: … Continue reading →

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Odun Orimolade

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The Nigerian born Adefolake Odunayo Orimolade is an artist, lecturer and mother of three who lives with her family in Lagos, the Nigerian commercial capital. Orimolade studied at the Yaba College of Technology, School of Art, Design and Printing. She … Continue reading →

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The Slap

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I often put the cart before The horse I imagine my books Selling by the millions And that City Lights Paid me the highest Honour by having My ‘Chronicles of Kennzio’ in its window Same things happens With women. I … Continue reading →

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Dreaming Diego

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Writing and painting have no difference, You wait on your blank canvas muse, In the mud and slime, an idea blows by, Maybe you catch it, maybe you don’t, If you do, suddenly, the seed, becomes The flower, and then, … Continue reading →

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We Two

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I want to paint your portrait Nude surrounded by Hummingbirds and Doves I want to be the sun You lie down on The sensual sounds of your Words My feathers a golden task Inviting you Into the rainforest Where I … Continue reading →

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The Ice Cream Man Is Burning

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The place is on fire the entire place flames devour holy man and infidel alike the young girls unblemished, lurch down the street human torch-light uncorrupted, screams buzz saw into smoke pigeons dissolve into feathery ash. I have found the … Continue reading →

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The Magical

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The breeze, the light, the warmth, the grass, the shadows, the paper, the lines around everything, the leaves, the cigarette butts, the tourists, the mothers, the sons, the sleeping cats, the waving American flag, the beat drummed, the electric guitar, … Continue reading →

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On the East Bank of the Mississippi River, New Orleans

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

They come here to drown they don’t know it but they come here, they come here to drown even if it isn’t certain they don’t know what they are doing they come here to this place this time to drown … Continue reading →

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Quandary

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I wasn’t even Alive when You started placing before Me Those conundrums Which captivated My real self And forced me To blame storm a different Set of people Because I did not know The meanings And I did not get the … Continue reading →

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Crisis

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

There’s so much more I could do. If I could Scatter the seconds Like the grains of sand If the minutes would pass Like a ray of light Passing through a prism Breaking into Those seven colours Lighting every corner … Continue reading →

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