Nostalgia for Samsara & Other Poems Pamilerin Jacob Nostalgia for Samsara I prefer tension over attention.Daily, the half-light of memory dims. The half-light of memory dims, daily, & out of the silence, I moulded a bird. Inside your silence, I...
A Small Unit Chimezie Chika It was the Harmattan solstice, and the traders were organising their affairs in preparation for the year-end closing of the market when a Toyota Hilux pulled up in front of Ikeajuana’s big shop in the sprawling pharmaceuticals market near...
We Made Water (also known as The Story of the Preacher and the Pretty Little Bird) Ìjàpá O ‘Little bird, where has your mother gone?Little bird, why are you all alone?’— Dawud Wharnsby Ali Altogether, it was not too bad an outcome. When X asked me at the dam how I’d...
Two Poems Britney Gabbidon Miniatures in a Game of Femme When I was ten, I believed myself to be a peacockI plucked my own feathers when I learned of my white belly I shave the width of my hips with a nail fileI try to juice the sex from me like lemons Sometimes, I...
They Live Rent-Free in My Head Blessing Evaleni Lawson If you ask me what my problem is, I will give you a scroll listing things I wish to change about myself. I will tell you what they are, my lips turning downwards as I give you a familiar name, and say, “These are...
