ALL THE FLICKERING SHADOWS (Episode 1)| by Steve Carr

Before the sun had risen Jacob heard the prowler shuffling through the brittle leaves. That sound and a warm breeze floated in through the open window by his bedside. He pushed aside the sheer white curtain that was yellowing with age and searched the darkness. The crackling of the leaves being crushed under foot reverberated…

​IYAWO ( Iya-iwo) | by Tejuoso Olamide Marie

  Like the cat’s eye in the dark, hers prowled, pacing with the support of her legs, as she daintily cruised round the circle painted with lives, graciously cocking her head high, with her koloba teasing palms itching to caress, while she gaited back and forth like a master in the glamour of a rocking…

NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 – THE PRIZE WINNERS

< p style=”box-sizing:border-box;border:0;font-family:"font-size:14px;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;outline-color:initial;outline-style:initial;padding:0;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(125,125,125);background-color:rgb(255,255,255);”> < p style=”box-sizing:border-box;border:0;font-family:"font-size:14px;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;outline-color:initial;outline-style:initial;padding:0;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(125,125,125);background-color:rgb(255,255,255);”>Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce Bakre Fadil Adedamola, Ajah Henry Ekene and Bona O. Solomon as prize winners for the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which opened for submissions on 15th February, 2017 and received 725 poems from students drawn from over 100 tertiary institutions…

Save my Soul (Episode 9) | by Oyelude Yetunde

“So that concludes it for today. We will meet again tomorrow. Make sure you guys finish up your ‘Purple Hibiscus’ by tomorrow. No excuses. I want full summary of the remaining chapters. Good day.” Mr. Lucas said, as he bade to leave the classroom. Their Literature class was over. Abeebat sighed after their teacher was…

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst

​Shroud The Moon I see your eyes float like balloons through the giant storm. I cradle your blanket. I cry on the carpet like a child, all in privacy, between rooms & walls. All for the farewell too real to speak. The world will not compensate, will not hold the hope to get out of…

“A Nut Job” | by Mare Leonard

Is he the warm chestnut bought from a vendor under the EiffelTower, the sweet meat, tasting like long lasting truth?   Is he a walnut cracked open by the matriarch at the Christmas table to be passed around to  kids so they could nibble a bit of honesty?   Is he an almond grown in…

Save my Soul (Episode 8) | by Oyelude Yetunde

​It was a Monday morning, and Kamil was about stepping out of the house with his younger sister, headed to school. “Ayomide!” Kamil’s dad suddenly called out from his room with a raspy voice. Kamil frowned, wondering what his father wanted with his sister. “Daddy is calling me, brother Kamil. Let me go and answer…

Three poems | by JD DeHart

  Plight of a Perfectionist   It is quite something indeed to realize that all points of life offer some semblance of disillusionment   If you expect the ceiling to be so high, people to putter around kindly, and every object to be made of marble. Axis Point   Here I sit at the spinning…

Two poems | by C. Z Heyward

Though I May Try … There is No Perfect Place nor Time to Love You  When I first wrote my name on your body it was as a child would. Grabbing every crayon from the box. Trees were purple and blue. Grass was orange. The sky yellow. The dog red. Didn’t understand the lines and…

Three poems | by Victor Ugwu 

1. Dusk I Dusk bleeds A poem of wreath… II blue sores enclave Songs coursing broken tongues of dawn Seconds walay On slippery knolls— Time’s essence fall Into (y)our stenched pots III This man From east Of west Drinks life from your gourds As all your yearns Fix firm roots In his pockets While yours…

​THINK THE GRAVE | by Awogbemila Temitope

“I do not set my life at a pin’s fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that”                        —- William Shakespeare The ailing air was bugling into my Chest because I was sand wearing a black song, My joy murdered like silence…

UPDATE: Communicators League Creative Writing Contest, 2017

Communicators League is pleased to announce the end of the call for submissions for its maiden edition of the Creative Writing Contest 2017. The contest which opened to submissions on the 1st of May 2017 and lasted till the 30th of May 2017, received 164 submissions from within and outside Nigeria.   The poetry category…