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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.

Promise to Mr Deejay

Behind The curtain of night The deejay played his tune In the corner of my room In whimpering interest I started Dance I could not do Eyes I could not dim The deejay stopped short Like an emergency ambulance The … Continue reading

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In Some Kilos

Wind blows and flows in random lines, breezing, and weakening Our minds fly above alpha borderline Can anybody survive this line? Bodies are drained; senses are trapped in a fuss Is there anybody feeling like this? These feet are going … Continue reading

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Calling You Flower

Calling you flower, Have I descended in hell? As all those long-curled memories Cheat me so nicely Of those sparks that dance, Those that freeze us in between, Night’s lonely hour I cared Leaping headlong cursed by God; Hell was … Continue reading

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That Night I Held You in Timbuktu

That night I held you in Timbuktu, my fingers spun your hair like a Greek silkworm god, commissioned by the aphorism: love is all you need. Bullshit. I swam in those inlets of dusty gold only to find myself shipwrecked. … Continue reading

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I am the man who left on the ship

I am the man who left on the ship And I am the man who came back I am the one who is not recognized No boots, no letters I am the one who fell in love And grew my … Continue reading

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I hate the past tense …

(for Madiba) Times like now, I just hate the past tense I hate the insensitivity of the speed With which it wraps up the life stories Of people I love with its -ed strings I hate my incapacity to challenge … Continue reading

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Recreation

cracked open the surface tension of things in the shade of the world tree here at the self- designated center of the cosmos bird – sky spread in a wide- embracing ecstatic dance over the mouth of the earth fasting … Continue reading

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COMPLIMENTS

Ijagun Poetry Journal is wishing you a merry Christmas and happy New Year in advance. Please be on the look-out for the December issue next week. Thank you for supporting the journal. You are wonderful! Have a creative fiesta! The … Continue reading

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Call for Submissions

Ijagun Poetry Journal invites submissions of poetry, reviews, essays, and anything about poetry for its December 2013 issue. Please, endeavour to send your work before 12th December, 2013 if you want it considered for this issue. Any submission after this … Continue reading

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‘The book is a dead object’

Originally posted on Moonchild's Temple:
  Kenyan author, Binyavanga Wainaina brings his colourful personality to this interview held on the sidelines of the Port Harcourt Book Festival. He talks about how winning the Caine Prize has impacted on his…

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