And I tell you again that this home
Of mine is a mischief/milkmaid; milking tears from citizens
Untitled | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ivan De Monbrison
he was like a sexless mummy
resurrected from the grave
a castrated Lazarus
Street’s Song | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Osho Tunde Matthew
A poet sitting by his shadow, his empty
cylinder, nothing to fire his hope tonight.
Dear Editor, | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Sa’ada Isa Yahaya
What do you do to a god who saves not, but kills its own?
Should it be starved of a kolanut & palm oil? Perhaps, songs?
Clouds Above Life | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Luper Aluga
…a lively atmosphere undisturbed by, or dismissive of, the impending weather.
A Jealous Thing: Some Words About Writing | An essay by Moses Eduek
If anything, I only pity him. Writing is a jealous thing. It wants all of you and its rewards come sporadically, sometimes without promise or structure.
ZION | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Donato Cinicolo
…photography is a way of seeing and recording the world around us, showing the viewer a particular view of the magic of humanity.
Màámi | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi
Never shall I forget I forget you
T&Cs of (un)Loving | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ review of ‘How to Fall in Love Again’ anthology by Michael Chukwuka
The collection demonstrates the practicality of opening yourself to the ultimate possibilities of love even when it is scary. If you think not loving is beautiful, have you ever been truly loved or truly loved?
WARFARE ON PAPER | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ review of Peter Okonkwo’s ‘How the Demons Leave’ by Jide Badmus
Although How the Demons Leave offers some clarity, it gathers its own clouds of mysteries. Why are these spiritual forces devoted to destroying man? Why does it seem the malevolent spirits are more potent, more active than the beneficent forces?