“You are happy today?” I ask the girl.
She pays no attention, staggers to the desk and picks up the lamp.
“You are happy today,” I say again.
WAS I STRANGER? (a poem by Ekta Rana)
I saw the face, caught the eye;
unable to recognize the soul behind.
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: ‘LIFE IN MY CITY’ — CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE ISSUE 1, VOL 3, JULY 2021
For this issue, our editors are looking for poets, prose writers, artists, and photographers interpreting their cities and showing us what they see, what they think, and what they envision about any city of their choice, whether they live there or not..
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST [JUNE/JULY 2021] — ‘TELL TALL TALES’
We are receiving entries for the June/July 2021 edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC). Themed TELL TALL TALES, this edition seeks fun-filled poetic yarns with humorous or sensational twists.
BPPC 2021: ZAKIYYAH DZUKOGI WINS APRIL / MAY EDITION
Zakiyyah Dzukogi is the first-place winner of the APRIL / MAY 2021 edition of the bi-monthly Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) which awards ₦15,000, ₦10,000, and ₦5,000 for the first, second and third places respectively.
EVERYWHERE THE AIR GOES, I GO (a poem by Uwen Precious Ogban)
a trumpet needs a mouth to make its melody. we all need air to be alive.
i am standing on a branch of life
and willing it to break.
REVIEW: THE EMMANUELS’ ‘ADULTING IN NIGERIA’ HOLDS YOU BY THE HANDS AND LEADS YOU THROUGH THE NIGERIAN MAZE
Two brothers, thirty poems, and spellbinding language. Didactic. Poignant. Riveting!
REVIEW: CHIDI IWUOMA’S ‘THE GOLDEN RULE’ IS A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO ACHIEVING SALVATION & EXPERIENCING CHRIST
The Golden Rule sums a comprehensive guide to connecting with God and living a positive life. It is a sane voice in the chaos and turmoil that we are living in right now.
“CLOSE YOUR EYES, WHAT DO YOU SEE?” (a short story by Onyi Igwe)
“Close your eyes, what do you see?” I ask but the girl does not see me anymore.
THE WARLOCK IN PURPLE GOWN (a poem by Zainab Iliyasu Bobi)
Earth and fire;
to slice the tongue sitting at the center of the market square.