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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 &...
August 31, 2021

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...
August 26, 2021

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...
August 14, 2021

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...
July 27, 2021

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
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