August Visitor by Flourish Joshua

By Flourish Joshua

for BS.

there's a knock at the door of a doorless room,

but fingers do not cast the bangs—

a tumor of grief swells in the belly

of my angel's hosanna & the bangs

bends her into a creased question mark

in a moon-lit dark room. hey, God, I see

what you do for other angels—

once [not too long ago],

i talked to trees & they talked

back to me. smell my rainbow songs, act accordingly.


Flourish Joshua is a (performance) poet from Nigeria, a NaiWA poetry scholar, 2nd place winner of the 7th Ngozi Agbo Prize for Essay, Managing Editor at NRB, Interviews Editor at Eremite Poetry & Poetry Reader at Bluebird Review and Frontier Poetry. He is published (or forthcoming) on London Grip Poetry, Ghost City Review, Brittle Paper, Indianapolis Review,


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