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ISSUE #7: RENEGADE


ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA / Nursery Rhymes OLATUNDE OSINAIKE / The Author Considers a Country Calling Itself a Home PAMILERIN JACOBS / Verdigris & With you, I sit wilting ELISABETH HORAN/ The Layering of Things & Other Poems BOLA OPALEKE / Talking About Cremation & A Metaphor for Darkness EDWARD LEE / Tainted KELVIN J. SHACHILE / The Mourner GARETH  CULSHAW…

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Poems by Elisabeth Horan & Bola Opaleke


In Your Skin, I Find my Home I want to feel God’s teeth in my skin The bone exposed; so white & agile I am unafraid of consequence ~ paying dues for apathetic living Lust is so easy to do with you; my God, man, just look at you there— doorway harbinger of my newest temptation; limbs, like trees, My…

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Dark Solitude by Precious Okpechi


  there’s something about this darkness, how it licks and excites hairs on skins   cupping mind with the serenity we only meet at mother’s breast. it twirls images of   a life we have lived in dreams: boy and father walking hands tied on the field;   girl and woman smiling to the heavens in an alley, middle fingers…

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Our Eyes Have Opened by Gareth Culshaw


    We’re leaving this place taking back our skin that we have worked into the fabric of the house.   Ripping up carpets so our feet are not left behind. Wiping glasses, cutlery and mugs, plates and photo   frames. We’re revealing a lost home within this house. Too long we have sat in the damp and mould.  …

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The Mourner by Kelvin J. Shachile


  How ugly the day was for Robai when her mother died and she sat in the living room welcoming visitors who walked in to sign the condolence book before sitting down to listen on what had happened. Outside, the evening was promising and the sky towards the west was orange, there was a soft breeze that blew against her…

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Tainted by Edward Lee


  TAINTED   In the river where all things are born, something is dying; the reek of decay has become an entity itself, coating the skins of every second newborn like a birthmark that whispers of the end of all beginnings.                                     Edward…

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Two Poems by Bola Opaleke


TALKING ABOUT CREMATION              Ede, Nigeria 1966   as their hair fly in all directions in the restless wind, white, almost wool-like (not greying), they float like deities, their stainless skin glittering like snake’s, who, then, would not think of them as gods? what man   would shut his eyes to such divinity? they said they read it in books…

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Two Poems by Pamilerin Jacobs


verdigris bones frail, light as a thread every time i cough a vein snaps, organs splinter. call me a catacomb, i hold death in my mouth like an oath. to kiss you, is to suck out your soul as marrow from bone. skip with me, this existence of half-eaten breaths. pry open your ribs with a crowbar when you see…

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