Origins of the Syma Species

Tares Oburumu lives in Yenagoa, the south side of the Niger Delta region of Nigeria. He is the winner of the Green Author Prize for poetry. His works have appeared in Connotation Press, Bluepepper, Woven Tales Press, Afrocritik, and Eunoia Review, among many other journals.

• Foreword by Kwame DawesBook 1EmergingActs of a Green HouseTunnelParental Guidance for August Children Watching the Movie A Beautiful MindMy Father’s Last Hope for WaterIllustrations Showing Figures of Speech Left on a Telephone Line Years after the Civil WarTeaching Metaphysics, or Disciplinal Notes on Self-CultureThe Eulogy & a Brief Description of Buckingham HouseSurrogacyLet There Be LamplightMaud, or Letter to the White EgretsParadiseSyma MinorHow to Love the BoatsBook 2A Long Walk on Endlessness, the City of J. K. Anowe, the DecembristMusic, or ImmortalityIn the Time of the TelephoneRunningHow to Love a Girl-Austen College Recital for Pablo Neruda’s Genius& the I Is the RevolutionThe OriginNote 1-a Vision of AfghanistanNote 2-SymaAltarNotes

“Origins of the Syma Species is a supple devotional to the divinity that is movement; Tares Oburumu’s dazzling poetry travels through the fantastic, the extraterritorial, the corporeal, and the spiritual to declare, ‘This life is not mine, it is my mother’s & I am God’s lifeboat.’ Oburumu’s lines brim with restlessness and abundance, limned rich in dust, in pixel, the granular zoomed into like an airport or sudden dream before becoming panoramic-intimacies pointillize among flashes of the war-torn global. Oburumu’s swooping and sweeping aerial views take in continents at a glance even as he holds close the names of his beloved, minding them as they weave through tableaux of ‘national blood’ and empty houses. Origins of the Syma Species is a monumental work, determined to ‘write us / out of shipwreck’ poem after bravura poem.”-Douglas Kearney, author of Sho and Optic Subwoof “In his poem ‘The Origin,’ Tares Oburumu’s capacity for the arresting line is starkly demonstrated: ‘At the end of my happiness is a house without doors.’ There is something quite memorable about this locution, and it is rich with feeling and clever with its own wit and sophistication. Of course, it helps that it makes sense in the way that the best poetic lines should-in layers and layers of meaning that are enlivened and complicated by what a reader might bring to the idea.”-from the foreword by Kwame Dawes