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…
Gratification, & Other Poems
Gratification The sky folds itself into darkness slowly a body receding into the fringes of a vignetted picture & two dogs play at love in the dying light the…
A Star for the Sleeping Sky, & A Rehearsal of Happy Minutes
A Star for the Sleeping Sky The morning sky, an unfinished artwork, has a fury of white across its country blues. Early birds on lintels of twin buildings, exchanging…
