Category: Poetry

IN POSTERUM

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...

Talitha

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...

WOMAN LOVE

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...

WHAT IS A PARASITE

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 &...

S.O.S

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...

IN PURSUIT OF SOMETHING WHOLE

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...

WILD, BLUE YONDER

Poetry by Benikranus Appaw Wild, Blue Yonder If we could all fly, where would we go? Before man was cursed to adapt, cuddled up under the coldest nights & run naked on hot days, we had freedom to move with just wishful thinking and simply being present. If we could...

SOMETHING IN THE WATER

Poetry by Sihle Ntuli Something in the Water there is something down there, biding its time / under a bridge / I struggle to cross indecipherable  language of  rivers serenades of running water / intuition an unreliable guide in hushed tones / a soft voice leads me in  / for...

SEEING ME

Poetry by Lemuel Nortey SEEING ME I become the walking idea Of what you love, And then I fall in love with who I become for you, Through the haze of it all I see you try Really try to fix the broken parts Of me I let you see,...