By temidayo okun i’d like to sit on a bed of roses — while watching life constantly/ i’d like to unfurl like a flower— while being touched with the...
Category - Fiction and Poetry
Fiction and Poetry
A Poem Where Goodbye(s) Means What the Hands Cannot Hold Anymore | Anderson Moses
By Moses Anderson After Amanam Ndem You have heard that the cemetery has more talents, but this I tell you...
Fiction and Poetry
Off River Road, a Girl Plays a Sax Solo to Truncate the Intricacies of My History | Frank Njugi
By Frank Njugi & in a film, one girl wearing a bustier corset might trip the light fandango as girl Yankee stature gaff hooks a romantic history, cartwheeling it to...
By Jide Badmus I. The sun undresses before lounging waters as though for a swim. Today, Lagos is soft. Dusk fills potholes with withering smiles & a sliver of...
aubade with mo(u)rning birds the earth thumps like a body set to die the heart of its core palpating like a fawn fleeing from the fangs of a carnivore comets rain...