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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...
July 6, 2021

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,...
June 23, 2021

CAGED BEAUTY

Poetry by Wendy Appenteng Daniels CAGED BEAUTY (I see) beauty that refuses to unravel itself. (I see) beauty who dares not to reveal itself. Mine is beauty that offends, mine is beauty that scares, so why announce myself? I learnt the hard way that by shielding myself, I learnt the...
November 24, 2020

Food for thought

Poetry by Maame Agyeben Food for thought   Would you have only me as your morning waakye your evening jollof Sunday fufu light soup spooned fresh from the pot?   I miss you, you know but you are thinking of food perhaps for times you could not eat the years...
November 8, 2020

Free

Poetry by Grace Louise Wood Free (In loving memory of George Floyd) Red grinning mouths said we were free, through gleaming teeth set in polished skulls; though we still felt the bite of dogs, chains, nooses kneecaps on necks, devouring our air before we could breathe. Free shouldn’t feel like...
November 4, 2020

men like you.

Poetry by Kuukuwa Manful men like you.   we have buried men like you There and there. And perhaps, here too we shall bury men like you Again, and again Ah. The way they break us and how they laugh when they whip us More times dem zook wanna necks...
October 25, 2020

Piloloo

Poetry by Eamy Mireku Piloloo This love thing check like piloloo I search saa but I no dey find I no go look again oh Chale I really make tired.   I no find for work or school I no find for church I go club too—but no where cool...
October 12, 2020

CHEW THE MAZE

Poetry by Ewoenam Akahoho CHEW THE MAZE   your dilemma is deathless, because you know what is right. tread the path that gifts dodgy ballyhoos, and you will inhale shame to catch your breath.   you can chew the maze, without the confusion getting stuck in your teeth. so when...
October 11, 2020

Our days are Jazz

Poetry by Sarpong-Osei Asamoah Our days are Jazz   It's 28th April, 2020 and it feels like we never left march, and February, and January; three million confirmed cases, 211,065 lost and they say we must mourn our dying now and our dead later. We do this together, from a...
October 10, 2020
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