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 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 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 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...
Two PoemsEhi-kowochio Ogwiji for toys, i will buy my daughter a doll and a gun my sister hugged her husband today/and her breasts began to leak milk/she did not know that the man/grew thorns on his chest/while she was away//her daughter/mumbles mummy/as her iris...
