The One in Which I Launch ArtisansQuill on a Friday Afternoon

For the past few months, I have dreamt, planned, and begun building ArtisansQuill. Of all the roles, being a literary prospector, like a baba n bola of words, was the most thrilling. I wasn’t searching for trash. I was scouting for tired or busy wordsmiths and the treasures they carry. And what a joy it has been. What treasures I have found! When I chose … Continue reading The One in Which I Launch ArtisansQuill on a Friday Afternoon

The Newspaper

-Umar Farouk Adeiza I neatly aligned my grief inthe pages of yesterday’s paperappointing each headline itsappropriate slot in block style, Silently following tragicbygones entombed in my mind.The earth is not some displaced universalsport,The moon is still 384,400 km away from my house,In the fictitious kingdom, the polished wimp became the somber oppressor. My trade is not with the confusedguardians of tragic histories,Applicants of prove,hangmen on … Continue reading The Newspaper