Are you calling me to stop here? Alright! I’ve pressed my feet on brakes, Behind me, red eyes burning brightly. Is journey finished here? Then let it be so! Seats are luxurious, Comfortable to sit. I was sunk in sweet dreams. I had forgotten my duties and responsibility. Journey ends here, Would it mean so? […]
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On the tips of our fingers Is playing, the spring Hide and seek With colors! But beneath our feet No lush green grass, Only poisonous shrubs. From the mouth of desires Uttered rain drops pattering And, in our brains Bright red fire! With wings widely spread Dancing, black owl the angel of death The future though uncertain, […]
Read moreSoul Fountain Contributor List A big thank you to all of the talented artists that submit their work to the Antarctica Journal’s Soul Fountain production. It is with great honor that we showcase your talents. Abdulrahman Abuya Adebesin Ibraheem Adel Aaron Agbaakin O. Jeremiah Akeredolu Tope A.J. Huffman Ajise Vincent Akor Emmanuel Oche Alex Creece Alfonso Colasuonno Allison Grayhurst Alozor […]
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