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…

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…

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…

Flash Fiction: GAME OVER by Ola Akindeji

He caressed the glossed curls of his hair for the umpteenth time, tilting his full brows and flashing a seductive smile at his reflection in the mirror. “Perfect”, he muttered, carefully adjusting his bow tie too. The handsome looking man took a deep heave of satisfaction. He gently picked the jet black box on the…

Save My Soul (Episode 7) by Yetunde Oyelude

    “What did you just say?” Kamil thundered again, feeling the bolts in his head jolt loose and his sanity falling apart like the drop of a porcelain vase on tiled floor. Abeebat tilted her head high, standing her ground. “You heard me the first time.” She could see she had succeeded in driving…

NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 – THE LONGLIST

Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is delighted to announce the longlist for the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which closed to submissions on 15th March, 2017.  Poems numbering 725 were received, processed and forwarded to an 8-man judging panel chaired by Professor Akachi Ezeigbo for critical assessment. The longlisted entries with details of…

​THE PLAN | by Mike Murphy

The aliens, 1 and 2, spoke as their ship hurtled towards the unfortunate world that was their destination. “Invasion?” asked 2. “Affirmative,” answered 1. “When?” inquired 2. “Soon.” “Objective?” “Colonization.” “Us?” “Yes,” answered 1. “Everyone?” 2 queried. “Everyone.” “Difficult.” “Agreed.” “Why?” “Climate,” said 1. “Temperate?” his companion asked hopefully. “Yes.” “Cold?” “Sometimes.” “Hot?” “Occasionally.” “Remarkable!”…

Violated | by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

​I woke up this morning with anger all over my heart. I weep for my nation whose  hope appears bleak because of greed.  The children of the future have nothing to look up to  for the resources of the land are far depleted. bloated tummies and malnourishment shook hands as vestige of egocentricity lead the way….

Save My Soul (Episode 6) by Oyelude Yetunde

            ************** The break time had seen most of the students vacate the classroom, rendering it almost empty. Abeebat stood up from her desk now, quickly tucking the notes she had been copying into her bag. She had to go join Bimbo at the cafeteria. Her stomach was rumbling and the break was almost over….

NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017:  TOP 100 POEMS

Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce the top 100 entries for the 2nd edition of Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which received 725 poems from students drawn from over 100 tertiary institutions in Nigeria and abroad. The poems with details of the authors are listed below in no particular order: WHEN IT ALL COMES…