VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

Perhaps Someday, I Will Find A Word To Mourn My Dead One’s Death. That of my father’s disappearance in my hometown like the widow’s last coins lost. Maybe I should coin out a word, or I am yet to learn a metaphor with which I would mourn him better with after the many years ofContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

My Grandmother Was An Alchemist. My grandmother. It was in late August, and the early 50s now, when I last visited her in that old cool smoky hut from whence, we were all bred. This visit was after I noticed that her sorrows had become like the early morning rains drizzling, that kind which leavesContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”

ECHOES ACROSS THE ATLANTIC

Try as one might to say something to clever in a press release…it’s not going to happen with a work of this magnitude which speaks quite well for itself… From out of Nigeria, we are honored to present the poetry of John “The Apostle” Chinaka Onyeche in the hopes the reader will learn, further theContinue reading “ECHOES ACROSS THE ATLANTIC”