Poetry by Afua Awo Twumwa at Suhum there were no curtains all the years we let the wind come & go how it wanted to we watched curtains pulled apart in the Philippines the screen filling our eyes & we thought the luxury of not needing air outside of yourself...
Interview of Eric Gyamfi interviewed by Ama Asantewa Diaka Interviewer: you categorize yourself as a photographer but your work isn’t practiced as conventionally as other photographers, from your production to your exhibitions, everything you do is peculiar to you. I’d like to know more about your practice. Eric Gyamfi: I...
Poetry by Sedem Appleh He can be a bully sometimes How he’s able to overwork and overwhelm me with my own thoughts And wonder if this very path can create for me the life that I imagined Uncertainty. Unpredictability. Uneasiness Three fine words that summarizes the way he makes...
Poetry by Henrietta Enam Talitha And he took the damsel by the hand, and said unto her, Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted, Damsel, I say unto thee, arise. —Mark 5:41 KJV This damsel, I always wonder— Was she surprised at the reversal of her journey? Did she arrive...
Fiction by Nunya-Nelike Apetsi In Our Minds She lay outstretched on the bed that should soon be her death bed, her head on the pillow which had now become a companion for her numerous thoughts. She looked pale and fragile. Old age had already caught up with her. Her once...
Poetry by Grace Wood Woman Love The first woman I loved, Was a slumber party dare. Giggling, we faced each other, Bare-faced and clean In bright floral checked pajamas. Her lips parted soft enough To touch mine, And my skull went glittery. I hardly slept that night, Wrapped awake in my...
Poetry by Eamy Mireku What is a parasite? The roommate who only knows how to take & take The Falciparum travelling first class inside Oyarifa's mosquitoes A good Korean movie A pipe dream that sucks your wherewithal and self-worth The so-called lover whose ego is nourished by your misery &...
Poetry by jamilah malika abu-bukare s.o.s hummingbirds and bats flicker in the twilight winged and fleeting - swoop, dip and dive - blur at differing depths one come like the other, either look like both but not us - we expose birds but hide bats inside rooms inside ourselves we only...
Poetry by Elizabeth Johnson PATTERNS The rain exposes the weakness that a building stands on. It gathers in small circles filling up the holes in the fading paths. When we walk, we remember what it means to be careful, avoiding the gathered splashes like a plaque pretending it is not there...
Non-Fiction by Adjeiwaa A-Adem Those first few years are but a blur. Your every need provided, your every wish their command. Everyone coos over you, and while you may do things wrong a lot of the time, no one holds it against you. When you're sad, everyone wants to know why....
