I tell stories of death, no! I write stories of resurrection
Stories of a boy straining from ocean depths and a girl fanning ice to flame
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A CAREFUL EXALTATION OF THE BODY AS THE PUREST FORM OF ART AND A SIDE NOTE ON BEAUTY | a poem by Taofeek “Aswagaawy” Ayeyemi
Sometimes I go into prostration to worship my body/
God is not that jealous/ He had created man in His own image/
IS THIS BODY STILL A TEMPLE? | a poem by Amoye Favour
To live is to be evil,
You just need to spell it the other way around.
unmask | a poem by Damilola Omotoyinbo
when you get the last piece / of the puzzle / don’t walk alone / search this street for your kind
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PILKHAN (a short story by Ayesha Khan)
And so I say, “Pilkhan”. It is not a lie, I promise. Not completely at least. There was a tree once. There were other things too, of course. A house that rested in its shade. A bunch of people who lived in it.
‘TO THOSE WHO STEAL GRIEF’, ‘PERDITA’ & ‘FORGETTING TO REMEMBER’ (three poems by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
We travel into cobwebbed memories
to recycle our long-binned pains
into brand new Unhappiness.
‘POETS ARE LIARS’, ‘DO NOT WAIT FOR ME, BELOVED’ & ‘MEMORIES I’ (three poems by Emmanuel Karibi Obuala)
O you must watch your steps
even as you pass by
& never fall in love with this poet
lest you forget your gold in his poems
UNDERSTANDING POETRY: THE PLACE OF PUNCTUATION IN A POEM (by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
‘ THE SOJOURNER’S ORDEAL’ & ‘DANCER’ (two poems by Arisno Nwankwo Isaiah O.)
I wish I could come again.
Like a bird or a flower
To be with you in the hour
When silence reigns supreme