My Therapist Kept Smiling At My Tricks
By Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto | Poetry
I have picked ripe and rotten mangoes by the flag and made them into a mosaic:
let everyone know about the…
To A Poetry Editor About Weightless Gravity
By Shitta Faruq | Poetry
In this poem, i remain a dog, barking at the unseen in the middle of the night,
Measuring its agitations by a quadratic formula,…
Collocation, Saudade
By Othuke Umukoro | Poetry
In the grand canyon of things, have I been calling to dry sprigs, descending into sediment like infauna? Late at night making love,…
My Loneliness Is Killing Me
By Warsan Shire | Poetry
He smokes until he sees something moving in the smoke, remembers Joy like blindness: swimming at Jazeera Beach, gorging on…
War
By Samuel A. Adeyemi | Poetry
When they walked into the cathedral, God watched them walk. When the bullets prepared to leave the gun, they left the…
Little Inhabitants
By Ernest Ogunyemi | Poetry
The poet wakes in the middle of the night to find that his room, Barely enough for his lean body, is a megacity for the little…
