In Emeka Okereke’s Photographs, things come full circle, we are bold to establish the terms of his radicalism, and we realize how acculturated he has become to the mannerisms of his sight. Take the fact that he has worked...

  Three poems by Kola Tubosun, from his recently published chapbook.    A Wait Is like a knife, slowly cutting A dead limb of recurring expectations. Night after night, like an onion, Hand-made tears run through each opening sleeve. A wait is like a fire, burning Cackling wicks...