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…
Do not believe what you see on TV I’m so afraid of being happy it is the closest thing to shame ……………The world would still have itself All noise…
Noise Rochelle Potkar Plums at Night Natalie Crick I like to think I’d yet manage to weave words into poems Chisom Okafor Letters Matthew Kynaston Numberless Tiana Lavrova Papa’s Rose Ifeanyichukwu Eze…
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…
female i am hung on the washing line not to dry iiiiiiibut to fumigate beneath my feet copper rage my drug of choice migrates to my iiiiilips lifted by women standing on the…
Six pm. Night is coming. Why is he not here yet? Why has he not called? Fuck him. But waiting for him is slow. The pain comes and sits. It stares at…
American / Nigerian In The Interrogation Room I.S Jones Everything Will Be Normal As If Nothing Happened Dami Ajayi We Will Be Sleeping Side By Side Ndukwu Joseph Omoh Unlearning…
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…
“And I believe that the best learning process of any kind of craft is just to look at the work of others.” – Wole Soyinka In all things, get understanding. Seeing…
Guest Editor’s Note by Unoma Azuah FICTION: Unsuitable Ties by Sefi Atta The Dress That Fed the Suit by Zukiswa Wanner Angry Vaginas: Meet Project Douche by JT Lawrence Unreliable Nipples by…