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.
“HISTORICAL SEXISM AFFECTS WOMEN’S PROGRESS IN EDUCATION, WRITING, AND LITERATURE”: A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE INTERVIEW WITH OYINDAMOLA SHOOLA
In Nigeria, we don’t talk about how historical sexism affects women’s progress in education, writing, and literature. We talk about how colonialism has affected the country or set it back from other nations, but when it comes to women in the publishing industry, we often expect that they will be at the same level as men, and if they aren’t, then it is their fault
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CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE: ‘REGENERATION’ [ISSUE 1, VOL. 2 | APRIL 2021] IS OUT
The literary offerings in Regeneration are full of light and hope, both of which are active ingredients for the medicine our world direly needs.
RHYME IN POETRY: TYPES AND USAGE
Rhymes are employed for the specific purpose of rendering a pleasing effect to a poem which makes its recital an enjoyable experience.
BLACK COUNTRY GIRL (a poem by Peace Ufedojo Haruna)
I call my dreams “little black birds”
For they spread their wings and fly into the night,
THE BOY WHO KISSED GOD GOODBYE (a poem by Litah Ibor)
This boy kissed God goodbye and became the God himself
UNDERSTANDING POETRY: THE PLACE OF PUNCTUATION IN A POEM (by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
Punctuation in poetry is similar to punctuation in prose and serves almost the same purpose as bar lines in music without which the words and notes won’t flow altogether. In order...
THE HILL WE CLIMB & SHADOW IN THE DARK (two poems by Stephen S. Moore)
Bitter-sweet is the experience when you get on the top of that hill,
Gaining nothing less than a future full of honey and milk.
FAREWELL, NNEDI (a short story by Jason Joshua Chigozie)
Mama has always known pain. She had lost every battle in life, battles she fought armed with only love. As her accusers’ words stung her, she looked up and recounted her losses in loud wails punctuated by weeping bouts.
‘NIGHTS VOID OF DAWN’ & ‘WILL YOU STAY FOREVER?’ (two poems by Adeyeye James Oluwatobi)
I said I know what love is
I saw how you undo your pain
& sorround your broken heart with roses
Luscious, beautiful, poignant!