The sun licks the water dry from earth’s knuckle, through the paradigm of movement. Gold honey shines upon the crust (invisible with the ghosts it..
I have built so many languages in my voice I have forgotten what it tastes like to speak in my mother tongue in a city..
I bent into my father’s face, His eyes, small and brittle like the pea The harmattan’s breeze must have Saturated his pale cheeks I peered..
I once dreamed a unicorn in a field he be white, his horn be many colours colours stand out in black and white but black..
Fences moulded from our palms doorposts large enough to let our feet through our giant footwears poised as gates too structures so massive we couldn’t..
Maninbo is canceled, not dead, Canceled. There is a curtain drawn Over him and over his remembrance Of those ten thousand lives. The purity of..
What’s in a life alive for deadlines and 7-minute bus-stops? Ó wà o But where else do you go when home is the one that..
for Bobby & Ryan I can see why he’s your querencia¹ his gaze holds a chest, like tequila and lime it was easy to lose..
after Aracelis Girmay What is your name? You say. I think of the time my High School Senior said her name is Watt &..
If one prods the origins of most great works of art, one will find they were created to exorcise or archive a memory. Okigbo does..
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