Tell me, why cling to what drags your feet
when you can rise—seven times, and again?
Just—
pause.
Pause.
Ode To the Discography of Your Becoming | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Olobo Ejile
Life will teach you that this
is the discography of your becoming, with
albums & EPs of chaos, & there is nothing
you can do about it, except to take a deep breath
CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine Unveils the “Breathe” Issue, Inviting Readers to Pause and Reflect
Through a diverse collection of poetry, prose, art, and photography, contributors offer vivid glimpses into what it truly means to breathe.
Sober Breath | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ art by Victor Adebayo Meye
Each brushstroke whispers of resilience, grace, and an inner world untouched by noise — a moment of spiritual exhale suspended on textured paper.
Blue Top | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ismail Bala
That smile of hers, that cleavage
so prime to fulfil a new kind of sensual pleasure.
Slum & Transition | two CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poems by S. Su’eddie Vershima Agema
In my mother’s village, it happens again—
herders invade, fields burn, and another slum rises.
What is Being Born Inside You? | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Amy Shimshon-Santo
never underestimate the power of the weak
Rwanda | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Marial Awendit
Kagame atop the hills blows
His horn,
And the echoes melt the machetes
A Table Where I Am The Breakfast | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Oluwatobi Ezekiel Poroye
my country invites me
to a table where
I am the breakfast.
A Passage Through Time | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Abosede Ogundare
Time is a seer; a prophecy
of ashes clogged in beauty.