Poetry

Signs – Nozhan Resalati

Nozhan Resalati is a writer and an ESL teacher based in Iran. He writes short stories, flash fiction, nonfiction, and plays.

The Blue Bird Left No Joy on X – Agboola Tariq A.

in a video,i watch how chaos chases a boy from home.on the runway,a rifle points him towards heaven’s gate& a bullet catches up with him.like a pinball arcade,a boy is fired into strange horizons& the only way home is a…

Two Poems by Emmanuel Yamba

Greatness is a Survival Story When you were born, your body was offered to God –the priest held you in the air before the congregation,before the altar, and there, surrender your life. The manof God said, he saw greatness in…

12 Caroling for a Dead Lover – Ejiro Edwards

Dear lover, Now that the earth has opened up her bowel to have you for dinner,I expect your haunting , Tell me what to do with your bones ?Should they rise up and walk again Tell me, Are you afraid of…

The Night Turns to Day – Anita Okoeko

In trembling and fear, My sober soul like a sheep,Through the dark, nothing in sight can spare,My thoughts like a cargo is shipped, The obstacles on the way ever ready to clear,Again my thoughts shipped, wheeled and spilled,Down through the depth of…

For Beulah – Psalmuel Benjamin

Maybe it was symbolic that I had Mourned you before you morphed Out of your tender flesh. I slept in Black clothes. You aborted my sleepWith cries. I roamed around the roomWith clenched fist against pain but ‘Twould be madness to punch the Wind. Your…

Recollections II, Dawn, and Falling by Ayiyi Joel

Recollections II For a friend. For Kafaya. Aging is quite cruel.& grief is a small room, a shoe, a set of milk teethYou never outgrow, it never falls offAs memory never fails youAs language does to a body empty of…

4 Poems by Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo

Portrait Of Catch and Quest —this poem breathes:        precision with[out] end. searching for reason . man & the finesse of dredging.the River:   trawl & trawlboat. portrait of catch & quest.find the depth —naked rostrum of plunging. catch…

To the Kids – Emmanuel Omonusi

To the kids who don’t have poolsAt the back of their houseTo the kids who fate rouse Their hope in steady bloody spools To the kids who kneel in torn blouseAnd call on God to see them and chooseTo the kids whose…

The Day The Fireflies Danced us to the Edge

By Nwodo Divine The rasp of a moth wing, caught between windowpaneand the moon’s hard gaze.A silent question markfluttering against the future,the shadow stretched before our eyes,but kept moving towards the bloom,petals heavy with the scentof honeyed bees. Stars were…