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…
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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.…
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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/…
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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,…
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Salted to the Root | Lisa Sammoh
Look there, the last brick fell and toppled over pebbled ground, ‘That last sound, was it a rumble or a quake?’ rolled over peony stems, plucked daffodils matured through last…
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A Haibun, and Resettlement | Karen Jennings
A Haibun I never travel now. Go nowhere but the grocery store, the supermarket, pharmacy. Mornings and afternoons, I walk the dogs, see the same bald man, a garbage collector,…
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A Nigerian Woman Sees Snow for the First Time, & Nightmare Diaries #1: Crack of Spine | Tope Abigail Larayetan
A Nigerian Woman Sees Snow for the First Time There is magic in this blanket of white woven into grass and tar…
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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…
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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…
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