Tag Archives : Poetry

Issue 6


Editorial Wale Ayinla   Don’t Forget Me Dika Ofoma   Two Poems Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale   For Things That Became Part of Us Amao Williams Praise   He Wasn’t That Scared Okwudili Nebeolisa   A Late Tale of Bemusement Madukwe Anthony   Two Poems Elisabeth Horan   Two Poems Gaamangwe Joy Mogami   All the Lights Going Out Gbenga Adeoba…

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When the wind was heavy on the borderline by Chisom Okafor


after Yusef Komunyakaa The voice that comes with the winds at nightfall is a refuge seeker’s, dying inside my head. His socks; two burning cities, rise like carbonsmoke. The wind undressing him, is best served cold best unveiled in the space between full-light and sundown. Beyond closed eyes, he sees the world again a drift of bodies; an elegy to…

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The Journey of Man by Ola W Halim


  in the morning, man is a cocoyam shoot, life is served in dews and golden horizons; mists would wear hues which would get darker, drier, as midday draws in, suckles sunflowers to wilt, renders the field rust, a tawny tabletop rattling under soles   several bouts of reality sprout at midday, when harmattan winds wind nature into a hovering…

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The Days of Yell-low by Abiodun Salako


  Monday claws out of me like a rabbit With nut belly and hopping suffixes: These vanishing tiny goblins with the Skin of urine, weaken, curse, weaken Vein by vein erupting and shrieking Tuesday is frozen yoghurt like Lila’s Fibroid scooped with a spoon of cartilage, A full moon for howling, for begging my bones Leave me or soften like…

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A Creationist’s Story by Njoku Nonso Emmanuel


  [Notes of first draft] Too many shapes, too many faces, On this mirror of errors. We are made of waters. Angels lost their wings & became light. A body takes the shape Of whatever he sings. The boy is an unknown creature. Everything tastes like wine.       [Notes of second draft] I. My father hates blood as…

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Two Poems by Elisabeth Horan


Pain is Just Another Word All this pain is icicle-white and drips in my eyes when I stare at the sun; I’m checking to see if God came back, yet somehow I already know – He didn’t. Pain is another word for a drain. Like when I watch the grey water swirl – A mini-eddy of suds and razor stubble…

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