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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.

Blue Heron

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The blue heron stands Quiet as a stealth bomber His jubilant croak Jangles The ripples A silver wriggle Held fast in his beak Giraffe neck Undulates In supple grace The silver line curls into a Downward lump Into the curve … Continue reading →

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New Moon

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ivory shard forged into a curve, torn from contours of my heart, the crescent moon limns a cerulean dark sky. Inviolate. Like Li Po I reach out, splash into cold, dark water. Pale buttercream shimmer is broken and re-broken, made … Continue reading →

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Twilight

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Peacock haunting dusk, single note, high-pitched, staccato. Repeated… Plaint rising above the soughing of the dying day, like a muezzin’s call to prayer. Warms gray twilight into iridescence: yearning spiced with joy. Jasmeen Griffin

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Dear Representathieves

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Dear representathieves, Out of lovely hatred This e-pistol I write you For being innovathief Always decepthief Calling a spade a pin With hired editor-in-thief Mouthing the mindless mind Of the commander-in-thief How many souls Beneath the earth lie ungrown? How … Continue reading →

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Committee Country

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Darkness ravages the land Terrorists become savage Nothing works, even government All talk No one listens To search for lost safety-pin A committee we must set-up Though all previous committees’ reports Lie buried under raggish rugs Nation of committee Missing … Continue reading →

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We are a Nation

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

We are a nation with zealous passion we make mountain but live in mole-hill we offer others peace but we’re torn into pieces to neighbours we give joy but we cry for toy We are a nation of nice-smelling lotion … Continue reading →

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The Ghost

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Some ghosts we keep close to our hearts. Even if our hearts beat the frenzied beat of raven wings against a cage made of glass. You’re one such ghost, my love. Sometimes I wonder if you were ever real, if … Continue reading →

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The Lost Children

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The loss of a child is the death of a promise, but also a still-life painting of what could have been, in surreal shades of yellow and red. Children have the unfashionable ambition of becoming firemen and policewomen, maybe even … Continue reading →

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The Despot

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

In the court of my childhood, I was an Oriental despot. My rich robes were my frog-patterned pajamas and my scepter was my sister’s ancient ruler. My sister was my Schezerhade. Captive to my cruel fancies till she turned the … Continue reading →

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Gaps

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

This inconsolable silence And the thunderous crack, Crack of a whip Gloats of its spoils, Breeds ever our toils As we manage the ravenous gaps. Our sweat drips in droplets; There is naught to stop it, So we surrender to … Continue reading →

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