She was called a bride
before she was called a girl.
HANDS | a poem by Emmanuel Olabiyi
Hands reach us. Hands are good things.
STRONGER THAN A THOUSAND SOLDIERS | a poem by Odu Favour Awele
This rock I speak of is my father,
Unbroken, steadfast, like no other.
WINDS ATTRIBUTED TO A TORNADO / GOD’S SIMPLE PECULIARITIES / EGREGIOUS AGGREGATES / THE GODS HAVE ESCAPED / AN ABDICATOR’S APPREHENSION / EPIC CURES | Six Poems by Colin James
The cloud hovered perpetually
over the inlet’s wake,
best keep an eye on it.
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE | Five Poems by Dr. Diwakar Pokhriyal
Fictitious truths are wandering,
Filthy actions are trending,
I have lost the hope for light,
Fed up of my life due pretending
HER BODY REMEMBERS | a poem by Michael Sophia Chidinma
Because, if nobody’s going to fight for her,
She’ll set the world on fire herself—
Not to destroy,
But to make them finally see her in the light.
STUDIOS OF SURVIVAL: A READING OF MOREMI FOLAKE AKANO’S ‘A WOMAN’S STUDIO’ by Soji Cole
Moremi [Folake] Akano's A Woman's Studio is a slim chapbook of short but impactful poems, what one can call poetic vignettes that transform the often overlooked spaces of women's labour...
Sniffles & Sneezes | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Janoma Omena
I am curled up under blankets
Surrounded by snot-filled tissues
Ginger tea that has long g
Prelude To Becoming | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Abubakar Ibrahim
& what else becomes of a boy who must unlearn the language of flowers? He carries silence the way a river carries the dead with resignation.
The Woman Who Builds | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Moremi Akano
She speaks to the air, and commands things to be
Borrowing from time’s closed pockets
To enrich the earth and make it better