Gbenga Adesina

Two animals, doe eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night. Their feet learn the reptile skin of earth, dark roots, the tethering of dream. I wake up away from myself. The […]

I once met a painter in Bornowho said things I couldn’t hearbecause I didn’t speak the language of water;who said he painted his filigrees and bamboo workswith two hearts and a soul in light of […]