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Liyou Libsekal

Featured Poem:

Gospels & Paper Nests & Samson

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GOSPELS
I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out. I’ve
never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes
I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated
I am fragile in this disorder.

PAPER NESTS
fishing wasps from an arm
they come humble
stingers first like a filial sacrifice

watch these ugly children find wings
rattle into the light
one by one

an army from a vein
black, crackling
leaving no signs on the body

building somewhere
paper nests from nothing but
gnawing and compulsion

SAMSON
We could feign living in truth’s garden
I could conjure us flowerbeds and briery

the thorns can draw blood if they’d like
just lead me through your side of a sun

My inception began with clean things
chewed of substance in the heat

you bury my toes in an offering
your strands at my feet

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Biography

Liyou Libsekal is an Ethiopian poet living in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. She grew up traveling and living mainly in East Africa. Liyou’s chapbook, Bearing Heavy Things is part of the 2015 African Poetry Book Fund’s New Generation African Poets series.

Liyou Libsekal

liyou libsekal_ badilisha
liyou libsekal_ badilisha

Biography

Liyou Libsekal is an Ethiopian poet living in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. She grew up traveling and living mainly in East Africa. Liyou’s chapbook, Bearing Heavy Things is part of the 2015 African Poetry Book Fund’s New Generation African Poets series.

Featured Poem:

Gospels & Paper Nests & Samson

Enlarge poem

GOSPELS
I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out. I’ve
never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes
I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated
I am fragile in this disorder.

PAPER NESTS
fishing wasps from an arm
they come humble
stingers first like a filial sacrifice

watch these ugly children find wings
rattle into the light
one by one

an army from a vein
black, crackling
leaving no signs on the body

building somewhere
paper nests from nothing but
gnawing and compulsion

SAMSON
We could feign living in truth’s garden
I could conjure us flowerbeds and briery

the thorns can draw blood if they’d like
just lead me through your side of a sun

My inception began with clean things
chewed of substance in the heat

you bury my toes in an offering
your strands at my feet

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (4)
  • Hope (2)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

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