A Veil and a Cross | Fatma Hussein Ibrahim
Joe walked me home from the library, when the road was cleared of men, and the snow gleamed from the dim lights, at every step, we listened to the…
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Ode to Braam | Zama Madinana
braam rises to kiss the unclothed skies leaving park station & joubert park behind yoruba collides with shona in biccard street & a smell of zol rules the…
Mother’s Euphoria | Olalekan Hussein
Watch a woman loose prayers from the cup of her mouth if it won’t carry the ninety-nine names of Allah – if you won’t see the sweetness of her…
Silent Psalms | Amoye Favour
I verse in tongue to the chandeliers in the room. Hands clasped, hoping that one of them will wear the strength to chirp back at me. There is something…
My Grandpa’s Chair | Aishah Ahmad Imam
Right from the onset, one could assume I was born into earth because of my grandfather’s chair, our bond—connected as bedbugs are to blood. When it rests, I rest. It…
How To Make Silhig Bíkog | Alton Melvar M Dapanas
For Jaine Macalaguing Madrid, maternal grandmother Di ni basta-basta, says Jaine, preaching what might be a venerable art form, wrapped in malong from waist to sole, as she sat on…
Stillbirth | Ifiokobong Etuk
Sometimes it feels like a flower is dying in your womb. So you clutch your groin as though to prevent A water pot from spilling your child on the rocky…
shut eyes do not hold back tears | Nwadu Onyebuchi
you were not told that smiles do not soothe a forlorn heart, that shut eyes do not hold back tears sip liquor for the heartache look in the mirror…
From Tonight, A Woman | Isaiah Adepoju
In the middle of June, Chimagozielam called her therapist, the magician, that she’d been scheduled to have the prophylactic double mastectomy in early July. The magician flew in from Houston…
Akin | Omobola Osamor
The raindrops hit the glass window pane, pat… pat… pat, echoing the soft rap of her knuckle on my bedroom door. * She never knocked until the day she came…