Uche Nduka

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midthigh motet; although needing you

is as clear as the sound of your name;

keep me in perfect unease; in other lines,

more hands; will you pick me up before

6 O’clock if i call it planetary ache;

osculatory debauch and sweetbread and what

the day is made of; when am i going to make

you sticky; atingle to the ankle; how soon

can your loins frame the questions; testimonies

reconstructing us; you see mignonettes, you

see pirate flags; lodgers waiting for ledgers;

i began to say; pertaining to longing rather

than immediate kiss; rainbow pressed to the brow;

taken in by gull catchers; loose change we carry.

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About Uche

Author

Uche Nduka – poet, lyricist, essayist, hell-raiser – was born and brought up in Nigeria. His books include The Bremen Poems, Flower Child, Chiaroscuro, If Only The Night, Second Act, Heart's Field, Eel on reef etc. Some of his writings have been translated into German, Dutch, Serbo-Croatian, French,
and Romanian. Nduka who presently lives and works in New York City, USA, believes that poetry is fundamental to the human condition.

Poetry

Crusade

Salim Gold

One lover’s lips spill into another’s;
Our two combined thighs bandy up and down;
One flesh confronts and conforms to the next—
Until we’re shouting, organ by organ.
When I breach your castle’s molten marble,
I please you by seizing every treasure;

Night Swim

Céleste Parr

A large condo with high ceilings and a wall of windows. Spacious, elegant, minimalist. A sparkling late-night skyline. Upstage is a King-sized bed with the mattress leaning halfway off, touching the hardwood floor. A large piece of white fabric is tangled between the bare mattress and the bare box spring. Downstage right is a plush, microsuede sofa and ottoman. Near it, a liquor cabinet and a variety of glasses, flutes, tumblers.

Sybill

Bert Bailey

"All of Toronto seemed to have shown up for that awful production!" Phil complained.

"It wasn't so dreadful, was it?" someone asked.

Sybill's eyes lit up, and she almost rose out of her seat to add:

"Yes, and didn't Millie say she saw Christopher Plummer in the lobby?" Everyone turned to her end of the table. This was the first thing she had said since the three couples had arrived from a nearby theatre.

Quote

The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art's audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.

- Paul Gauguin.

Gwenaël Bélanger

Art

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- Gwenaël Bélanger

Thank You

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Dedication

To the memory of Stephen Potts