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With Valentine's Day behind us, and Spring right around the corner, we're happy to share a meditation on love from West African poet Joseph Hope.
Please read, share, and submit something of your own!
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The Derailleur Press team
Love can be served cold,
sitting across the table,
music in the background
as she throws her hair back,
and ask what you want the babies
to look like, knowing well
you're not God you still go ahead
to answer the wrong questions the right way.
It's valentine day
and the day is
the both of you
pretending to be
in love. At least.
The train is miles away
but the vibration reaches you
like the cold breeze
and you both hold hands and
walk in and out
of the movie theatre.
If you can eat cold love
and survive for years
you can survive
better or worse.
Love can be served like ice cream
on a cold day, and you both
hold hands and dine
like polar bears in love.
Joseph Hope writes from Nigeria, West Africa. He believes he's a metaphor for what can be, what is possible. And a synonym for a wonder the world don't have a word for. The King of weirdos who tries every night to find the confluence point between river Earth and river Heaven with his eyes close. Hahaha. Udo.
His works are forthcoming or already published in Reckoning Press, Timber Ghost Press, Evening Street Press, Zoetic Press, New Verse News, Praxis Magazine, Ubu, AfroPoetry, Gemini Spice Magazine, Spillwords, SprinNG, Writers Space Africa, Nthanda Magazine, 5th & 6th Chinua Achebe Anthology, Ariel Chart, Best "New" African Poets 2019 Anthology, and more. He's a reader for Reckoning Press.
He was a fellow in the 2021 SprinNG Writing Fellowship.
He tweets @ItzJoe9 & IG: _hope_joseph