Sierra Leone
Magic by Lemuel Johnson
Othello: Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour… The quick straddle will do. for now. nakedness itself is not the point;…
Sierra Leone
Syl Cheney-Coker
The Brotherhood of Man by Syl Cheney-CokeSylr
The locomotive breaks its run you descend to adjust your gaze your century, looking through your narrow point back in…
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The Tin Gods by Syl Cheney-Coker
Watching the tombs tonight the desert raises its shadow the desert sees the caravan along its own arm: playing this g…
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The Philosopher by The Philosopher
Who lived here when the stones were green verdigris of age when the reptilians marched like men into the night before…
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The Road to Exile Thinking of Vallejo by Syl Cheney-Coker
Like others I get drunk in my blood hiccuping and await the souls of my brothers perennially on the song composed by …
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Letter to a Tormented Playwright by Syl Cheney-Coker
Amadu I live alone inside four walls of books some I have read others will grow cobwebs or maybe like some old friend…
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The Hunger of the Suffering Man by Syl Cheney-Coker
Sweating between his fingers, the agricultural man sweating in his thorax the musician sweating in his lungs the mine…
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Poem for a Guerrilla Leader by Syl Cheney-Coker
Solitude supporting solitude on two pergolas sunset shaping summer where the jungle closes in man eating roots leanin…
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On Being a Poet in Sierra Leone by Syl Cheney-Coker, Ser.
A poet alone in my country I am seeking the verisimilitudes in life the fire of metaphors the venom of verse my count…