The phone rang persistently, forcing itself into my sleep. What will I not give to be left alone in the early hours of the day? Sleep between 4 am to 6…More
Men Mold Breast Like Clay
Breast look down when they’ve died.
Show not a man the church where clays pray, the soil where clays worship, the body where clays fast, the building where clays speak in tongues.More
With an original take on speculative, dystopian, fantastical, magical realism and any other term that stands for ‘knocks the breath out of you’, Lesley Nneka Arimah has spun a collection of short stories in such a spectacular and intelligent manner that will stay with us for a very long time.More
Pgymalion without Galatea/Were I A Sculptor
If I could I’d try and sculpt a man.
I’d put marble, basalt rocks in hand,
and say “I can make this work, I can!”
I’d try and make a man out of land.
FOR THE LIVES THAT FAILED
Let us cry into the dusk, while watching our stinking selves
Stand unstirred beneath the feet of hills in ìdànrè
To find partial answers, to the hunger singing restless hymns
In our heat-burnt heads
A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
My ex-girlfriend once said, out of the blue, when we were still an album, that I kissed like her ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I was puzzled. And curious, so I asked what she meant.
ASTRAY Where goeth thou tonight? With thy legs and luggage Mountain sorrows to alight From clogged wheels of carriage Reminisce, how heart had trauma When pleasure begot dismay My strengths,…More
Young bard do you wish to sing? sing logic into the logos of memories salute that great cartographer; Rafka lose reason to the music of soul hearken to the “son…More
Once You once lived in splashing colors Rainbows, magic and light. With your illuminated skies of dancing ferries With your countless conquests on raging seas We were allies in…More