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All the reasons I do not say my own

Poetry by Awo Twumwaah My fingers will not keep bloom for too long It is why I do not own anything. They shiver, they sweat, they do not believe it is theirs. Then they feel it too softly. They let it fall.   My fingers are clasped in prayer. they...
July 14, 2019

Becoming More

Fiction by Arnold Adrian As they called out our names onto the stage, I recalled all that had led me to this very moment. I always believed that life wasn’t just a record of how we spend our time but rather a bank of moments. Moments like this very one...
July 14, 2019

Issue No. 2

This issue is a pattern of originality set in different voices, forms and stories. Being our official public call out for submissions, it was a loose assemblage of content, with no restrictions on imagination or ideas. To see it all come together and fit in a striking motif is further…

June 11, 2019

“Section 278. Homeostasis”

Fiction by Gabriella Rockson “Why don’t we tell them the story of how we met. How we really met.” Kobina said to his girlfriend, as he carried his wine glass to his seat. They were hosting a small party of close friends to celebrate their three year anniversary. Vanessa looked...
June 6, 2019

March 1986 (Date Behind a Photograph)

Poetry by Korley Adjaottor In this memory, We will always be sitting behind a pile of logs At Abeka - Lapaz, Bursting with joy; full grins, Shouldering one another, For the best spot in front of the camera. The motorway will remain, a dusty stretch, And my right hand, still...
May 14, 2019

Glass

Poetry by Kofi Konadu Berko Once upon a time. My uncle told me to pick Tears from my auntie’s left eye It smelled like soot Just behind the tears I found a rusted piece of glass The jagged edges of the glass Matched each slash on her face, her chest,...
May 10, 2019

Prayer Mongers

Fiction by Nana Yaa Asante-Darko Today is not a disappointing Wednesday. The market has woken up to a pleasant sunny day. It rained heavily the night before so the sky lies clear and sharp, like a whistle. Slowly, the heat in the market builds up on many dimensions. A group...
May 8, 2019
Some days by Jay Kophy

Some days

Poetry by Jay Kophy you're allowed to have days when you feel like dust is the only thing you inhale when you draw breath. when you feel like you've been carrying a cemetery on your tongue. because that is where you always bury your voice. and your eyes are filled...
April 27, 2019
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The Wind in My Mother’s Scarred Chest

Fiction by Claudia Owusu We were all “Baby A”. Every. Single. One of us. At first, it began as a small joke, leaving namelessness a place in the family house. But then it kept on stretching through longer periods of time with each sibling until it just...stuck. Between the early...
April 25, 2019

Whisperers Of Life

Poetry by Nana Bayin Asaam My ears have a story to tell They have heard and fed from the well of words My eyes have sucked in the smoke of images And overwhelmed by the multitude it consumes. I rise to the sound of blasting radios across the compound Singing...
April 21, 2019
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