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Editorial: A Testament to Love and Transformation
You might agree with me that it is enviable that we have reached the height we are on now. It’s our 39th issue, and it has sure been a long…
Sand the Eternal, or the End Unimaginable?: A Commentary on Sarpong Osei Asamoah’s Allusive Splendour in “Sand” | Ancci
Title: Sand Author: S. Asamoah Publication Date: July, 2020 Publisher: Lunaris Review Sarpong Osei Asamoah’s “Sand” alludes to the Bible throughout the treatment of its subject in which the preordained…
Before the Meal – Coming Alive to Food | Wangũi wa Kamonji
Bless us oh lord, and these thy gifts Which we are about to receive From your bounty Through Christ our Lord I learnt this prayer at a young age in…
Threnodies for Black Flowerboys | Tobun Pelumi
—for boys cremated, till they become an inscription of graveyard I. the boy next door clenches his libido within his mouth & gurgles it down his…
I will grow you into a poem | Babatunde Waliyullah Adesokan
hoping you seed into a mimosa that opens to only my touch hoping I could fetch from your shy fern a goblin full of honey hoping your soil…
Es-Cha-Ton | Muhammed Sanni Olowonjoyin
Aftermath His limbs forget how to connect With the language of his spine, So they crawl as he feeds the road With the taste of his sweat, & Blood…
The Doorpost | Innocent Timothy Rindap
I was standing aside under a shade─ watching. And saw her fling another litre of frowning words at him again. This time, he recoiled from her swishing temper.…
Stroke in a Painting | Peace Ufedojo Haruna
On the edges of my shadow is a woman/ who doesn’t leave everyone’s tongue bitter. I grab a handful of hair & try to get a taste of yesterday/…
Renaming the Rainbow | Omotoyinbo Damilola
for grandma some memories stand like plaques on the cabinets of my mind, never to be blown away by the wind of time. some rivers overflow their shores,…