
3 Poems │ Haruna Solomon Binkam
In the thicket Mothers hum & prod babiesbitten by tsetse flies. In the thicket every sleep is slippery towards silent stupor & mothers know every quiet eyeclosure is not peace…More
In the thicket Mothers hum & prod babiesbitten by tsetse flies. In the thicket every sleep is slippery towards silent stupor & mothers know every quiet eyeclosure is not peace…More
Various Forms of Doubt Rehearsing How to Dance in My Sister’s Head (i)we take off our clothesyour skin turns downthe approach of my fingers.fright cloaks youyour skeletal frame is upholsteredin…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