Browsing Category : Poetry

Post-life by Ekweremadu Uchenna


amidst the sparks of smouldering hardware and the rumbles of collapsing structures and the husks of spent souls that litter the streets like lily petals in harmattan a pack of survivors will sprawl on the ruins day-dreaming of spring in paradise tanning under the tamed sun which like a solitary coal will drench them in a gloomy glow fear will…






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Two Poems by Changming Yuan


Natural Ironies 1/ Moonbow Few humans look up At you, but you reflect And refract just as many colors As much beauty as a sunbow With little warmth of the day, perhaps But countless secrets about darkness 2/ Snagging You have long since died But you will never fall Like a huyang tree in the Gobi Desert Standing deadly among…






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Two Poems by Liyou Libsekal


Into the Earth hands unfurled like asters blooming bold, they expose their center as though to say give what you will what you take I will shed onto the earth I try to keep, keep open to breathe like avid cells leaves crisp like endings should drop with ease from a stem and I want to be weightless, girl in…






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The Period in Puberty by Jumoke Verissimo


You want to know how it is with me brother after I saw the blood You want to know if my breast wears down my chest when I breathe, How the soft heaving settle to carry the burden of every of my sighs. You want to know if sometimes I feel like I could do better as you Subtracting me.…






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Farming, Tending by Bineh Ndefru


My grandmother wore the world Like she wore the same printed cloth around her waist Year after year. She carried it, ripe and sweet smelling Heavy, but steady upon her crown. She carried, both arms shaking But not to spill a drop of its waters. She tied it sleeping on her back. And again. Every time it cried out. She…






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Three Poems by Sarah O’Neal


عسل it’s petty, how i want you to taste copper when you remember me and everything that was you still crave my fingers—strong but timid, remember how i used them to carve myself absent promised to swallow whatever drowned me first until salt grew thick in my lungs burned through my nostrils like wildfire my aunt, ankles swollen with grief…






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the year i stop watching television by Saaro Umar


there is a black line under my fingernail i’ve started praying again i keep the same lover for five years he watches films with guns & white men he sits in an office chair always something occupying his hands i sit in the corner & ask myself how my day was in a dream i paint an impression of the…






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Undecided by Opeyemi Rasaq-Oyadiran


There is a trending picture on Instagram of father and daughter and their abundance of hair. Yesterday, my lover made it his screensaver. After we made love, he trailed his finger down my spine And said ‘our first child will be a girl, with long silky hair. On weekends I’ll braid her hair and she’ll say I’m a perfect dad’.…






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How to Heal Old Wounds by Lind Grant-Oyeye


I heard this house on our mangled street was bought in a hurry but it really does carry its weight and age well: A bird spread-eagled against paled clouds. Timeless Barbie in a modern world of plastics. This over-dressed garden could make for easy loving but the tips of fatigued flowers steal rest from those pretend fawning of lovers fighting.…






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Afghan Refugee by Rohan Chhetri


From her shoulder blade the background softens, where her scarf, once-draped over her head, vanishes into a green eel of silence. Something tells me this was hurried. Her running behind a gaggle of school girls she hasn’t learnt the names of yet- always the slow one-when she was beckoned. A land in its plea has spilled its mood of calamity…






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The Size of Grief by Lydia Kasese


My mother carries a bone on her back too heavy to latch on our sorrows. On most nights we can hear her crying loudly into her pillow, Her teeth biting on her tongue willing it not to come to life, And bring back all those it had lost. We watch her from a distance too afraid to say anything, That…






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Five Stations for Various by Richard Ali


I Flame Lines Lying there, I set fire to your bed Flame lines around you, curl heat of ink Watch you turn your torso, see in the mirror a bird Earth flown, goddess born, writhing, mazariyya—dragon bird! I come to your myths with lies of my own—these Dross of my story. You whispered in my ears once What impels herdsmen,…






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Portrait of My Mother as a Child by Jessica Marion Modi


As if she’s about to tell a secret from her childhood, or mine. Lips almost open, scrunched brow, suspicious of someone looking at her this way. Hanging from pointy shoulders, her dress preserves marks from her mother’s disciplined ironing, straight creases down to her dirty, white sneakers. She balances on the toe of one foot, heel of the other. Arms…






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