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WELCOME TO TODAY'S INTERVIEW SECTION. I AM THE HOST, WITH MY GUEST, KEEP CALM AND READ BELOW: H: Ok. Sir, kindly intro yourself to us, briefly? G: My name is Paul Joshua Uma popularly known as Paul Word, I'm a spoken word poet, actor and musician. I'm a student of university of Benin studying History H: Great. History? That's strange, can you tell us why you pick poetry or what exactly led you into poetry? G: I stumbled upon poetry at a point when I was looking for myself. More like I was on a discovery path and that happened in 2014 . H: Hmmm. Discovery path? Ok. Sound deep! Since you stumble on poetry, why don't you drop it then, what makes you keep going? G: I've always been a lover of art. Music, drawings and literature. I feel in with poetry at first before I realized I could use it as a form of expression . H: Ok. Good. What do you see poetry as In your own perspective according to your journey through out? I mean, with what poetry as given you, a...

[ Bottle ] i am cold here with faded colours & the meaning of my covered skin means my flesh has inherited your father's sadness. Like father always say: anything could kill you & i. you never can complete the phrase of life. how strange my sister made love to a god & gave birth to god-head. sometimes, seeing myself running tells me i am more than what i think.   tell me how your mother feel seeing your father dying again & again like the sweat of your skin that taste like the loneliness, belief, salt, or maybe soft songs that makes the voice of a door to shout:Alihamdulilah. I have learnt bottles are tools that looks like guns; so when we hold them in replace of something we forget that death lives in bottles more like  suicide. #Princejoe #Poetryislife

WELCOME for today's INTERVIEW SECTION. I'm Judiasky, the HOST for today, & I'm in with my wonderful GUEST. H: we are happy to have you here sir. Can you please give a brief intro about yourself? G: Thank you very much. My name is Oluwapelumi Francis Salako H: Can you tell us what you do for a living, sir? G: I am a student of history and International studies at the University of Ilorin. I basically write to support myself. H: Wow! you write to support yourself. I love that!. In details, can you tell us what made you a writer, except to support yourself which we minnow already? G: We all know that gift and talent aren't that hard to deal with... OR DO YOU FIND WRITING VERY HARD?. Well. Writing for me happen to occur as a gift enforced by the passion. Having the gift of writing does still not erase all of the mental stress and anxiety. It's nearly all of the same process. H: Wow! but on the contrary, what makes it hard, for you hence its a gift and gift a...

INTERVIEW SECTION WITH A PROLIFC WRITER. I am Adeniran joseph, the HOST for today's interview section, & i am with my GUEST. Just keep calmn & relax. We are about to enter into the realms of this beautiful section. H:  Let's all welcome our GUEST, Mr. Marial Awendit G: Much thanks to the Admin(s) and members of Poetry Invoice!! H:  You're most welcome. G: Good evening!! H: Sir, let's quickly commence for tonight's interview. You're new here, & we all are eager to know you more, can you please introduce yourself briefly? G: Thanks. I am a poet essayist, fine artist and songwriter. A little that I can tell you . H: Indeed. We know a profile writer like you, don't talk much. Just brief, & sometimes, their pens do the talking... Ok. Sir, you said, you're a songwriter, still a poet essayist. Great. But, what actually led you into writing songs, and poerty? Which actually came first? G: It was songs that came first. I wrote a few g...

BOOK PUBLISHING: WHAT TIME IS DUE FOR IT? BY OLA W. HALIM G: BOOK PUBLISHING — WHAT TIME IS DUE FOR IT? Getting your work READY for public consumption, as we all have related. I'll discuss this  topic under three main headings: 1. Drafting your book. 2. Editing your book. 3. Getting published. You know, everyone can write, but something, something specific, makes you an EVOLUTIONARY writer. One of them is PATIENCE and TENACITY. Because writing is a veeeeeery lonely, individualistic career, you need to motivate, encourage and inspire yourself most of the time. You don't get these things extrinsically... If you can't train yourself up to this level at this stage, you might end up not writing at all or producing a work that's not mature for publication. Which would be bad... Drafting your  book might be the most difficult stage. You spend time writing a book you find hard returning to, to edit. You can't get anyone to do it for you. So you assume, since you...

WHILE RUNNING MY BODY FALLS There is a butchered memory resting on every man. Like music we mould what is & what may not together to form a piece of ourselves, a quaver, a couplet breaking back into alphabets, so an alto of bitterness our body is in our lover's mouth becomes a medley, I mean it determines gravity of dreams, falling & rising & measuring depth of silences, of promises searching for history between a memory wearing a brown cloth of pebbles. Sometimes we know we are in the wrong place & still want to place our body right there, as if tucking a small paper in a hole too big like a wound is a way to inject healing on our shadows. My lover says I belong to prophecies of her shadow & a night falls from my eardrum making a sound of my emptiness with the ground. You say music is life, so is silence death? We get tethered to bitter halves of us & after having a fine knowledge of the darkness we just want to move to pick our reflec...

-- Oblivion October 16, 2017: i thought flowers could grow in a place of complex sand. i thought sweet songs could make night beautiful. & i thought butterflies has something to tell than flying. i thought ripples on water is an ideology we don't understand. i thought fine sands also make a living out of water. i thought lights are meant to see beyond the darkness in our hearts. i thought girls has forgiven heart for every game a boy plays in her room. i thought promise is a depth in the heart of the seashore. i thought throwing myself too much to you could make you see the scars in my face. i thought weapons are meant for war until you showed me what it takes to have someone's name buried alive to show me that your body too is a weapon that sometimes kills someone's fate. for the hate of unsettled conflict we do have each time we both removed the face of understanding. but i now understand that memories too has a smell of oblivion, like you...