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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.

Downfall

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

His spirit hovered On the edge of doom And before his eyes Were a couple of books? And his favourite illustration hanging in a frame He looked outside the window And saw Children on their way And the winter cascade … Continue reading →

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Puerile but Virile

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Sometimes we have to do things we can hardly undo for in life we may have to learn and sometimes to be mean and stern This life has made us puerile totterers and we are like toss-coins in the hand … Continue reading →

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My Eternal Valentina

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

(For my beloved) I may not have the word to build a beautiful world but I have a robust expression beyond a cracking repression I may not have the wealth to create an haling health but I have a gentle … Continue reading →

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On the mountain

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

We pitch our love against the height of the soaring mountain and we see the base of our ascent We measure our love with the depth of the bottomless valley and we see a container that never gets full We … Continue reading →

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And Love a Man’s Sins

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

“Loving his innocence was my first sin.” Fires, Margaret Yourcenar This isn’t virtuous, only human: purple veins in pale thighs or darker ruddiness in deep plum. The depths…the going down… & it’s still a trapeze act, not sure of swings, … Continue reading →

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Tired Towns

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Towns of little commerce near to being ghostly But for the cheer struck as a match During the blackout of some storm… Harmless, love, there is no great harm In the bars to combat boredom or The occasional darker stumbling … Continue reading →

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Aria

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The silence stops & orchestration pours in – “Rosebud, Rosebud” – glass paperweight in my fingers. It smashes & fragments disband… I know these shards, these petals, Licking the crystal, the scents Of each… Some voice enters, song sweeping strong, … Continue reading →

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Conditional Ambition

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

If commoners had been crowned And enthroned from the walls of prison And they became the talk of nations And perhaps went on the journey of every man And the earth quacked and sobbed from Guinea To the arctic, and … Continue reading →

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A Left-Over of Selfish Confabulations

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I’m not any being I have no real existence But in the mind of amateurs and crooks Only instrumental without being any instrument I’m a mere idea, a left-over Of selfish confabulations I have not existence of my own I … Continue reading →

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the bird that sings on this pinnacle is a bad omen

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I will make this sober confession my friend, but it is a bold sum of general conviction. where my country will pour its libation and purge a blood of sacrificial lamb is a tough task for my determination. the bird … Continue reading →

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