Poetry – Page 6 – Tampered Press

I have mastered hiding

Poetry by Sena Cobblah Learnt how mice hide in gutters and the woodworks of high ceilings Trained my muscles for agility Like a sprite I know how to mask Draw on a smile and color my nose Pull handkerchiefs from my chest Just to see you smile You cannot find me...

April 25, 2020

OLD LEATHER CHAIR

Poetry by Afya Kisiwaa It was here that I summoned all my wild assets and gave them names Every sin I've known was birthed here Now each of them has grown and gone frail And their grip loose I made resolutions One...two...three Erm…I lost count But no, they weren't different;...

April 23, 2020

To All The Women Who Drive

Poetry by Chrissie Chinebuah We wage wars to drive in Africa, Just to battle the militant eyes bartering Discomfort for a meal, for a taste At the expense of our personal space Or the headlights whose invasive reach Tailgate our bodily havens - We deal with trespassers. In traffic Horns...

April 17, 2020

I walked through the old neighbourhood and didn’t see familiar faces

Poetry by Fui Can-Tamakloe this is where you grew up. where you played in the dirt from morning till evening, on those days when there was no school, and the parents were in a good mood. this is where you learned how to ride a bike, after falling so many...

April 10, 2020

Nature’s call

Poetry by Gamey Ayim The emergency roll call is a call from nature Recipients run like a hare to attend to the call Bowels filled to the brim gather at her feet to offload Loads in the bowels are brought to her bosom in order not to explode They squat...

April 5, 2020

Of Rivers –Part 1

Poetry by Reggie Kyere You lie in the white bed like the Black Volta. Still, but turbulent from within. A mild prod and your banks will burst. On your side, the elephant ear plant sits, wild, like a river plant. I wade waist - deep into you. You are warm....

April 3, 2020

One in the neck, Two in the chest

Poetry by S. Asamoah After Ahmed Suale After Wednesday, 16th of January 2019 Every coaster's hand turned red But, we never say blood. Our flag begins & ends in the Blood and toil of our fathers. Suale, The Blood. Suale, his blood. Suale meant blood Truth meant blood And blood...

March 24, 2020

Victory In The Body

Poetry by T. A. Awo Twumwaah Acheampong i look at it - a reflection of all i run from i jump, the symphony starts: how the bones sing the heart beat is surreal. i land on nothingness it can make you float they say it can take you high they...

March 20, 2020

The Other Girl’s Sunday

Poetry by Henrietta Enam Quarshie It was Sunday, the day of the Lord The unwritten rule; church. They stood outside on the gravel by their metal buckets. They washed their bellies thoroughly and splashed some water around. They giggled and ran to hide when they saw the boys approach. At...

January 12, 2020

This Too is Domestic Violence

Poetry by bhurbx D dzinam What my mind thinks of is not comforting enough. Not comforting enough—I repeat. My home is the most beautiful and serene from afar but from within, it's a haunted home. Haunted of immediate demons! Fresh bouncing demons! Blood lurking demons! Demons that are birthed every...

January 10, 2020