We have carried the weight of their names on our tongues, in our hearts, and it has been heavy. But now, let us lay that weight down, not in forgetting, but in honoring.
‘YOU CUT MY CHEST OPEN / GRIEF IS NOT AN EMPTY SMOKE / YESTERDAY IS A MONOGRAM STITCHED INSIDE MY TONGUE | three poems by Annah Atane
My beauty is parched my teeth can no longer hold laughter
yesterday is a monogram stitched inside my tongue
DEAR EDITOR | a poem by Kingsley Onyekachi Asoronye
My literary works lie in coma for help..
They long for your surgical knife
GOODNESS | a poem by Rosheed Ayinla Shehu
A nostalgia for a Father whose name she bears but
Whose face only surfaces when she looks in the mirror.
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Childhood Trauma & Creativity: Navigating The Ethical Tightrope of Personal Writing | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ essay by Kukogho Samson
Self-censorship is painful, excruciating, debilitating… It feels like a betrayal of self, an abuse of my creative impulse, and self-entrapment in a cycle of doubt and frustration.
BEHIND THE PODIUM | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Aminata Talawally
“My voice is pleading to be heard by a room crowded with people. It doesn’t care if their faces are frightening or happy. It just wants to engulf the room and be listened to.”
A LETTER TO AUGUST | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Jola Praise Ademola
The letter was addressed to her. Written simply on the cover, in a bold script, was: ‘A letter to August’ and on the inside: ‘I know what you did’. She lifted off the lid from the box. Lying there was a bloodied finger wearing a wedding band.