October 22-28, 2012: Victoria Hogan and D.M. Aderibigbe

Victoria Hogan and D.M. Aderibigbe


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Victoria Hogan
vikkyhogan@yahoo.com

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Victoria Hogan, 21, currently resides in Los Angeles. She returns to California after spending two years in New York, where she studied acting by day and worked in a Jazz bar by night, and London, England where she studied Shakespeare. Victoria spends much of her time traveling, acting, and scribbling on notepads. Lots of scribbling on notepads. Visit Victoria on the web here: www.victoria-hogan.com

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Jesse Bradley and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

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I had a dream last night
That he asked me to stay longer
So I did.

He wrote me a letter
Titled it:
Victoria Lynn Hogan
And said some nice things.

We sat on the couch
And didn’t lie.
It felt good.

His hands were rough
I didn’t mind
I climbed on top of him.

The next day
He called me
And called me
I wondered why.

When I woke up
I realized that
I’m incapable of surprises.


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Or how about
Those I’ve hurt.
Intricate knots, obstructions made
And un made
Instantly drawn back to
The retention of my actions
The damage I constructed
So much so that
Even later
I cannot return to you
Disassembled
Without losing my dignity.

I apologize
If I am dust


D.M. Aderibigbe
dammyg1989@yahoo.com

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D.M. Aderibigbe is a 23-year old writer from , an undergraduate student of History and Strategic Studies of the University of Lagos. He writes poetry, fiction, non-fiction, plays and lyrics. His work has been published or forthcoming in the UK, Canada, Australia, Nepal, India, South Africa and the United States by, Vox Poetica, Pressboard press, UP Literature, HUSMW Press, The New Black Magazine, Misfits’ Miscellany, Thickjam, Ditch Poetry, Bluepepper,The Applicant, Rusty Nail, Jellyfish Whispers, Wordriot, Pyrokinection, Red River Review, Carcinogenic Poetry, Deadbeats, Napalm and Novocain and Kritya. His poems have been included in the anthology ON THE WORDS OF LOVE by the Canadian group, Poets with Voices Strong. His debut book of fiction, Sisyphean, will be published in America, soon. He lives and schools in Lagos.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by D.M. Aderibigbe and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Final Turn

I become a human before anyone does that morning,
I do house chores, while the rest are spirits.

I finish, before my aunt turns human, then her husband, then
The driver, then mum.
I hide my problems under the lenses of my
Fashionable sunglasses, like the body is worn in clothes,
Ready to return to the fake glitz of my school.

I greet my aunt and her husband, leave mum, thinking
She’s still a spirit.
"Son, don’t you want to greet me?" Mum’s infirm voice filters into me, like the cigarette’s smokes.
"I didn’t know you were you awake." I reply.

I rub her scaly face with hope and love,
turn my back to mum for the meantime, till the end of time.