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Welcome to SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY

Vol.3. No. 4. July - September 2010

 


CONTRIBUTORS

ESIABA IROBI, TRIBUTES

SECTIONS

Afam Akeh
Andy Willoughby
Claire Girvan
Christian Ward
Derek Adams
Esiaba Irobi
Hannah Lowe
Hunter Liguore
Ikechukwu Obialo Azuonye
Karunamay Sinha
Kate Horsley
Laura Solomon
Lookman Sanusi
Malcolm Bray
Mark Lewis
Moa-Aaricia Lindunger
N Quentin Woolf
Nina Romano
Nnorom Azuonye
Norbert O. Eze
Olu Oguibe
Pius Adesanmi
Robert Lee Frazier
Toyin Adepoju
Uche Nduka
Wayne Scheer
Zino Asalor
 

Edited by

Andy Willoughby

and Bob Beagrie

 

This issue of SLQ is dedicated to the memory of

ESIABA IROBI (1960 - 2010)

 

HANNAH LOWE

 

Ink

 

Torís off to The Night of the Sensesí annual ball to collect her award.

We buy a sailorís hat, a corset, seamed white fishnets

from a market stall in Elephant.

 

I read that Columbians write messages of love on money.

Gordis, my love has no price, Memo. The central bank

has launched a TV campaign to wean them off the habit.

 

Seems that everyone at lunch is pregnant again. I paint

my life in lurid detail.  Let them sip lemonade

and see what theyíre missing.

 

Siobhan talks about taking off . At Brechon Bouton, itís Paris.

In El Rincon, itís Peru or Chile. I know what Iím brave enough for

and its not that but I can eat steak so rare itís blue.

 

In Iran, tampering with bank notes is a crime. Students wrote

ďDeath to DictatorĒ on hundred Rial notes, defaced

the Shah with spectacles and moles

 

which reminds me of Lenny, driving his cab in LA.

He left Tehran in a car boot, hasnít seen his family in fifteen years.

Chicago gave him asthma but Venice Beach was A-OK.

 

I write his story in my notebook, which these days

is what I do. A photo arrives in the post of my dad

on a roof in Notting Hill. Heís holding a baby

 

who isnít me. At sixteen he left Jamaica, played poker

for his passage, worked the beetroot farms in Texas,

past through Manor Park, E14.  Some people never stop moving. 

 

Tor gets in at 6. Iíve been up all night too. Thereís a tattoo

on her shoulder, cupid pulling on his bow. On her bicep,

a dollar sign. I lick my thumb and rub it. She laughs when it smudges.

 


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FICTION
IROBI IN SENTINEL
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POETRY

 

Hannah Lowe is the 2nd Prize Winner in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (July 2010) with the poem 'Ink'

 

 

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JULY-SEPTEMBER INDEX | COMPETITIONS | DRAMA | ESSAYS & REVIEWS | FICTION | IROBI IN SENTINEL | IROBI, TRIBUTES | POETRY

 

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