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Brown magic

Poetry by Akosua Gyameah Smooth velvet decadence drank hot. On an autumn eve best shared between lovers and binged when your heart is breaking. The Mayans served the drink during betrothal The Olmecs preferred a mix with corn and chilli peppers The Aztecs believed and named it so, “Food of...

January 9, 2020

does prayer mean prayer in my country?

Poetry by SK ATSITSRE every time (i think) we pray for our country, we carry the burden(s) of those whom we've entrusted power to—we carry them like thorny wooden crosses on the rugged tablets of hearts, & ask for forgiveness for being an honorable people. & oftentimes we do this...

December 19, 2019

Telephone Conversation

Poetry by Coby Daniels This is a one-sided phone conversation but at the tone, Please leave a reply- Hi Daddy, This is your son's voice sounding mechanical over your fax machine I know without missing a beat That you have to be at work But is thirty minutes too much...

November 22, 2019

Burning My Seat At The Table

Poetry by Chrissie Akesi Chinebuah The one I was never invited to You just watched me stand To eat my lunch, A salad, else scare your body ideals, While balancing a bottle of water So my words do not turn to dust On my dehydrated tongue. And the quiet existence...

November 20, 2019

On Names…Addo

Poetry by Reinfred Dziedzorm Addo (In celebration of my parents and my siblings. Also in celebration of the extended Addo family; even if your name does not necessarily have 'Addo' in it, you know who you are) Part 1 Last name, please? Addo. Addu? No, ma'am, Addo: ay-dee-dee-oh. Alpha-Delta-Delta-Oscar, sir!...

November 7, 2019

Anything for the boys?

Poetry by Henneh Kyereh Kwaku January 2019 has come & gone like the Ghanaian presidential term, like the Accra floods. & like the floods, January took 190 lives through road accidents. I do not want to say the roads are bad anymore—the bads are roads. Do not say potholes, say...

October 30, 2019

Beer is communion wine

Poetry by Fui Can Tamakloe Once I was asked why there are more men in the bar than in the church. both are refuges for men who have come to hide from trouble. one opens once a week, the other opens every day. and most people have problems, that never...

July 15, 2019

All the reasons I do not say my own

Poetry by Awo Twumwaah My fingers will not keep bloom for too long It is why I do not own anything. They shiver, they sweat, they do not believe it is theirs. Then they feel it too softly. They let it fall. My fingers are clasped in prayer. they...

July 14, 2019

March 1986 (Date Behind a Photograph)

Poetry by Korley Adjaottor In this memory, We will always be sitting behind a pile of logs At Abeka - Lapaz, Bursting with joy; full grins, Shouldering one another, For the best spot in front of the camera. The motorway will remain, a dusty stretch, And my right hand, still...

May 14, 2019

Glass

Poetry by Kofi Konadu Berko Once upon a time. My uncle told me to pick Tears from my auntie’s left eye It smelled like soot Just behind the tears I found a rusted piece of glass The jagged edges of the glass Matched each slash on her face, her chest,...

May 10, 2019