Naming Rites – Fiske Nyirongo

Naming RitesFiske Nyirongo “What is your name?” Every person above the age of one has probably answered this question repeatedly. I have too. My name is Fiske, pronounced as Fisk-ye. The k is soft sounding, blending into the ye. But as a child, I pronounced it as...

A Mother Holds Her Knife by the Blade – Mélissa Laveaux

A Mother Holds Her Knife by the BladeMélissa Laveaux When I was conceived, death was looming in my parents’ minds. Of course, I cannot remember my conception any more than I can recall my birth. Everything I know is what I’ve heard from my sister or cousin, and what...

Wrestling With Hypnos – Sylvia Ilahuka

Wrestling With HypnosSylvia Ilahuka Today was one of those days, so grey that the quiet cold ushered in sleep uninvited. I was in my chilly Boston office when slumber found me, unrelenting in its mischievous need to drag eyelids down. So I succumbed after a brief but...

Portrait of a Liberian’s Boy & Other Poems – Jeremy T. Karn

Portrait of a Liberian’s Boy & Other Poems Jeremy T. Karn Portrait of a Liberian’s Boyabout an anonymous boy how do you hold another boy’s blood in your body?it will only dissolveinto nothing you have had another boydeep inside you,this made your...

What Is in a Mark? – Femi Amogunla

What Is in a Mark? Femi Amogunla Traditional facial marks have a significance for the faces that carry them, individuals that bear them and their communities. For some, it is a sign of identity; for others, it beautifies them; for yet some others, it creates a sense...