featherage of the interim
All it takes
for me to fall
into an equation
and endure mortality
like a life-sentence
is a string
of words and I come,
undone
I touch the moment
by light words,
I test it by the featherage of the interim
my lantern invents
an idea of strength
it draws in air for inspiration
Densities and words
lyrically erase my eyes
and I am a punctuation
drenched in words.
Storyteller, poet, freelance writer and editor. Shittu Fowora, a lifelong fan of history and the power of scented words has recently been motivated by the winsomeness of birds and the wisdom of ants. Having been stung more than twice while attempting to lounge in trees to write verses, he now spends more time around PCs and electronic gadgets,at other times,he’s in bed, not sleeping.
His works have recently appeared in or forthcoming from Sentinel Quarterly review, Cha, Monkeystarpress, StoryMoja, Elsewherelitmag, RousingReads, Thewritemag, Helen Literary Magazine,NaijaStories.com, DANSE MACABRE,WritersCafe.org, National dailies and various literary outlets.