Monthly Archives : December 2015

The Rains Fell Upon You and Me by Geosi Gyasi


with a colander, the juice from the oranges dripped. filled the air spaces of the bowl. in my hands the bowl became heavy, once the falchion cut; baring ten segments of carpels and a porous white pith or mesocarp. this strange metaphysical world, rains down extemporaneously, in the eyes of the skies. the lands are wet through, and the fields…






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Gelatinous by Heath Brougher


Foodstove unused, no need; fastfood reign supremely high; foodstave infected with calorie and trans; tired bodies, arms reach for the apple, its purity, unattainable; a quick morphing and is born the gelatinous generation—lying stagnantly in the chair, the weight of the world; even blubberbones searching for health can find none; no oasis, just chemical greasedrippings; bodyfails; no movement; soured malnutrition…






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Ripple by Al Imran Siddiqui Translated by Amit Chakravarty


Never said my days are prosaic, never said they are resplendent. Army green days o’ mine! Wind is caressing woodpecker’s nest. Sometimes I spread my arms, the notion of flying, a gentle fascination. Name of one or two stars, one or two notes of the melody, I learnt today. Incessant sky; The sun sets My thoughts, ever wandering, are boundless;…






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Much Ado about My Friend, Mr. Crystal by Innocent Ilo


Dedicated to battered women who constantly seek water for solace…   “Water: a liquid without color, smell or taste, which falls as rain, is in lakes, rivers and seas, and is used for drinking, washing, etc” The Oxford Learners Dictionary.   What was his name again? Yes, that erratic Afro-Beat King? The one, whenever he performed on screen, Mama always…






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Last Rites by Meggie Royer


My mother on a train filled with bodies. My mother sitting between all her previous lovers, dress uncurling like cinnamon peel from a spool. My mother as goddess among men. One with cigarette still lit, ash blooming across the sunken bowl of his left cheek. My mother has mascara for this. Afternoon sky swimming past the windows, its bloodlines, its…






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