
3 Poems │ Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
Mother— believe me again,I’m not mad Mother asks if this is anothersubtle elegy to mourn my father,& I tell her— this poem is another ironcaught between the anvil and the…More
Mother— believe me again,I’m not mad Mother asks if this is anothersubtle elegy to mourn my father,& I tell her— this poem is another ironcaught between the anvil and the…More
Seraphim Falls I Yesterday, we the young whose purityhas never been stained with sin sawdepravities which had been coveredby our fathers’ odd words with cloaks of rakishness.We watched our antiquated…More
Crossword-for Juliet She once told me: I’ve solved many clues but,not my cardiac predicaments. Each time I face a testthe result comes out negative. Perhaps, that’s who I am,an incompetent…More
It Is Promises arebayonets pressedupon the rungsof hope. . . and gougedby a hornet. ‘trust’ —a cadaver walkingon mortal hoofs,unaware of the luringfragrance sketched in the air;but…you, area thin line:a…More
A Call Out of My Mind Palace I was never present in my body, wandering in the rain in a world that only saw my body and ignored me. It…More
the echo of a wound after interment father, the path to your graves t r e t c h e s like an elastic placenta affixed to my lacrimal sac.your…More
My country is on the moveBut her legs are those of a dipsomaniac. The torchbearer forgets to take his promises alongSo he leaves my country atThe gate of Canaan &Moves…More
May We Find Light After the Dark the journey is not too far from our legs;because the dust is a milkwood crescentadjacent to a sturdy boulder. we seekthe path from…More
Drinking Nectar Mama Nnuku!*It’s four years your daughter drank nectarand shut her gate over our faces _what kind of mother drinks and leave her children thirsty? I sit around this…More
Smoke in My Lungs I never knew what it was until I saw it in my father’s hand;then I was just a lad curious about the world. And the waymy…More