Four Poems: Dipe Jola

Survival We all need sadness to survive. the world swells like a  birdsong. your gothic dress ruined. you feel upturned; an evacuated garden of butterflies sits in your throat. often sadness is a caged bird. one if not troubled is a safehouse. the world in its glowworm character with its teeth in a child’s half ruined laughter. it just doesn’t […]