Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

Dec 2, 2024 | republic.com.ng | Shalom Ojo |Diana Ejaita |Sarah N. Kanu |Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

Lamentation, 1944. WILLIAM H. JOHNSON / SMITHSONIAN ART MUSEUM. Lamentation, 1944. WILLIAM H.

May 16, 2024 | brittlepaper.com | Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

“There is no meek way to mend.”— Amanda Norman“I was made to die but I am here to stay.”— Ocean VuongEven silence, a symbolism of serenity, has become a knife so I play David Kushner’s “Daylight” on repeat. The darkness in my room is crawling over me like a skin. My journal lies on my bed like a Pandora’s box. It has not been opened or updated for days now. I am in bed, body curled beneath a blanket.

Oct 17, 2023 | fantasy-magazine.com | Christie Yant |Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

the garden sings again brushstroke of falsetto petal drops of fiddled solfas leaves rattling like kettledrums thumbing piano of the evening breeze sonata of the sea mass contrapuntal with simulacrums music is garden is memory is music is garden is memory is tonic triad of semi intervals is flat in major cadence is solo in trinity in orchestra is a god floating in ether rhythms of pollen is perennial throb of ethereal respiration is pollinate of rhapsodies keats bowing the crescent byron...

Sep 8, 2023 | brittlepaper.com | Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

P.S.It begins formless like a cloud; like an amorphous syllable on our lips; paperweight — it dissolves in our enunciation. Nothing defines the feeling perfectly. Not the “butterflies in our belly” metaphor. Nor the language evoking a portraiture of our faces. Nor the eerie onomatopoeia of “goosebumps” when fear crawls like an arachnid under our skin. We paint our feelings with colors of syntax and they fade into sepia, a ghost of us weaved in the chiaroscuro of our hands.

Mar 17, 2023 | nigeriannewsdirect.com | Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

By Adesiyan OluwapelumiI am sick of being okay. Term it my ingratitude. I confess, grace is the sharpest itemI have ever touched. Go ahead, call me peeledskin, euphemise my sorrow. Say to my face, mercytutors the sturdiest build. Laugh at my wretchedness,call it a cosplay & reprimand mefor a thinking a noose the mosteffective way to catch a persistingbreath. Scream into my earswith bittersweet diction& overflow the gardenia ofrooted syntax in my earswith the golden sunrays of yoursalutations.