Flourish Joshua

Take All My Wilting Roses, Lord

By Flourish Joshua Sneak the amens out of the cathedral, I wantto make love to them for my supplications.  The goal, as it should be, is to outwit the wilt,smear joy on the walls of my room, necklace my laughter.…

Tempest in Bódìjà, Ìbàdàn

By Flourish Joshua we woo the winds bullying brown roofs & hang them on baobabs to make gentle evenings for fables that tickle our buttocks to a dance. no one jumps into the river except the land is a knife.…