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My Heart, A.K.A. the Mango Tree Hanging over the I-95 Retaining Wall at NW 65th St.

Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 Miami, FL The job of the wall is to keep the noise of the traffic from reaching the houses on the other side, while the job of the tree is to grow over the wall, stretching to eat the morning sun it uses to manufacture the fruit that hangs, […]

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Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 Miami, FL The job of the wall is to keep the noise of the traffic from reaching the houses on the other side, while the job of the tree is to grow over the wall, stretching to eat the morning sun it uses to manufacture the fruit that hangs,

My Father’s Practice Book

Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 I saw him prowl the streets, not a cheetah in the nature documentaries he would  watch endlessly, saying I like animals better than people, not the first baseman  he used to be leaning at the edge of the infield dirt, but a man with a camera  in his hands,

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Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 I saw him prowl the streets, not a cheetah in the nature documentaries he would  watch endlessly, saying I like animals better than people, not the first baseman  he used to be leaning at the edge of the infield dirt, but a man with a camera  in his hands,

On the Anniversary of Becoming a Resident Alien

Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 There are many ways to resolve Come to think of it A wound refusing to scatter  A method to escape capture  Elusion was the gift her father’s silence imparted Departure a precipice buried in the body  Crenellature of sinew visible from space  And imparting, made resonant  Above, decayed embattlements

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Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 There are many ways to resolve Come to think of it A wound refusing to scatter  A method to escape capture  Elusion was the gift her father’s silence imparted Departure a precipice buried in the body  Crenellature of sinew visible from space  And imparting, made resonant  Above, decayed embattlements

Creusa

Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 heu! misero coniunx fatone erepta Creusa substitit?. . . —Aeneid, II Even in the Underworld, you didn’t  Look for me. When bombs fell, and the walls Rubbled, and we ran through black streets, holding The hands of our small son, and you shouldered your father— Out of his wheelchair

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Published in Issue 62.3: Summer 2023 heu! misero coniunx fatone erepta Creusa substitit?. . . —Aeneid, II Even in the Underworld, you didn’t  Look for me. When bombs fell, and the walls Rubbled, and we ran through black streets, holding The hands of our small son, and you shouldered your father— Out of his wheelchair

Meet Our Contributors | Issue 62:3 | Summer 2023

Bayo Aderoju is a writer from Nigeria. He has been published in Agbowó, Brittle Paper, Stellium, and Kalahari Review and interviewed in Africa in Dialogue. He was a finalist for Frontier Poetry’s 2023 Global Poetry Prize. He is currently getting an MFA at the University of Memphis, where he will be Poetry Lead Editor for The

Meet Our Contributors | Issue 62:3 | Summer 2023 Read More »

Bayo Aderoju is a writer from Nigeria. He has been published in Agbowó, Brittle Paper, Stellium, and Kalahari Review and interviewed in Africa in Dialogue. He was a finalist for Frontier Poetry’s 2023 Global Poetry Prize. He is currently getting an MFA at the University of Memphis, where he will be Poetry Lead Editor for The

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