Blood on the Wall
Written by: Edwin Olu Bestman A Liberian poet writes about COVID-19 and the situation of things in Liberia Here we are againLosing our love onesIt’s raining harshly in our cityCOVID -19 ruining our homesAnd tears rolling off the windowpane Silent screams!Different voices playing in our…
How I Stopped Being a Closet Poet
The first time I stood before an audience to share a poem was October 2016. I remember it like yesterday. It was the grand finale of the Scribble the Future Poetry Competition for all-female student poets at the University of Ibadan. I was wearing a…
Diary Of A Boy Wearing A Frown
Written By: Abuoya Eruot i want to vacate earth without experiencing death each friday sermon,i yearn for a place that’s not even safe for god in plain language,my depression makes me tiptoe/jump out of my body into heaven/ for a dire aid but the atmosphere spins at…
Sickle Cell Is the New Tribe
Written By: Jeremy T. Karn for bijoux you’ve heard about flowers thatgrow in the dirt. there are flowers with thorns that grow in thebones & some that grow in your aunt’sbackyard garden every morning as you fix yourbones in your body & dress for the…
The Phantom’s Refrain
Written By: Samuel Adeyemi A boy walks into a bar,swings the door openlike he is the wind’s first child.But a boy has no mother.The world commits another absurd adoption.A boy is another loose string on the cello,another wrong piano note,whose sound is swallowed in the…
A Thing Too Stressed
Written By: Precious Uwen when we started loving it was like we got new clothes. and we’d never stain it. But we wore our love repeatedly for days without changing it. We wore our love with the same pattern, with the same style. The same…
The Songbirds Sing, My Ears Hear a Dirge
Written By: Adejuwon Gbalajobi You’re heavy upon me heart, sorrow.You’re a ravenous beast inside of me.A thousand Psalms I’ve sung to silence you,my throat burns with prayers to still your madness– still you ravish me. How do I wheel myself into joy when it is…
Written By: Oluwafemi Babasola Baby, I’ll walk this bridgeto you,even if all my feet feelis a thread strong as thespider’s web. Baby, I’ll fly to you,even if it means divingfrom this cliff withuntested wings. I’ll lift these layers of skinsthat cover me.I’ll unveil these masks…
My Crush is a Black Hole
Written By: Naphtali Festus Adda 1:13 am.i think of Prudence. how she flashes her teeth. how she weaves words like a basket. her beauty. her baritone voice – my phone rings, it’s another message from Quora digest, it reads; what is a black hole? //…
3 days ago
The streets are empty. There is as much fear as there is oxygen in the air.
The prices of foodstuffs have been hiked and even hope is not cheap at this time.
Still, like these flowers, you can take a sip of the sun rays without wilting.
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