The street is littered with empty water bottles, styrofoam cups, nylon bags, squeezed serviettes stained with oil, glass pieces, food particles, cigarette stubs, drink caps,..
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..
Yejide Kilanko’s stunning debut novel, Daughters Who Walk This Path, offers a sad and telling reflection of the grim realities experienced by girls who suffer..
after Aracelis Girmay What is your name? You say. I think of the time my High School Senior said her name is Watt &..
I’d gladly pick fetching water with a spoon over doing laundry any day. But it’s 6:01 AM and I’m already padding around my..
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..
By which visa did my fathers, millions of human cargo, mangled in cargo holds In the belly of time machines sail into these lands By..
I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside..
or asking myself why we love Sinking boat / you are my terminal / collateral damages are peoples / recovering from a virus /..
One gentle February campaign night in 1999, when the long overdue harmattan still ravaged through the city and all the wells were famished and the..
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