my matchbox world gives my family light from my moon
for we are soluble in this water of being
CROSSWORD, OR ODE TO A MAN’S IDENTITY | a poem by Sunday T. Saheed
the stars crawled what remains of
their twinkles to the cranium of this
poem, where a hand pokes a finger
THE OFFING| a poem by Prosper Ifeanyi
When a black
boy does it—it’s someone did it. When ‘nother does,
it’s he did it.
i’ve heard that a native name is a long string | a poem by Glorious Kate Akpegah
sometimes it lies quietly, brooding over the episode of life that hatched you.
THERE’S A GHOST IN THE MIRROR | a poem by Olafisoye-Oragbade Oluwatosin David
a book of me knows me better,
when i become today’s yesterday,
A POEM IS A GESTURE TOWARDS HOME | a poem by Olumide Manuel
a home is either the end of the journey
or all the places I’m coming from.
ubuntu | a poem by Nket Godwin
my matchbox world gives my family light from my moon
for we are soluble in this water of being
GLASS BOOK | a poem by Adereti Ayomide Oluwaseun
I tell stories of death, no! I write stories of resurrection
Stories of a boy straining from ocean depths and a girl fanning ice to flame
A CAREFUL EXALTATION OF THE BODY AS THE PUREST FORM OF ART AND A SIDE NOTE ON BEAUTY | a poem by Taofeek “Aswagaawy” Ayeyemi
Sometimes I go into prostration to worship my body/
God is not that jealous/ He had created man in His own image/
IS THIS BODY STILL A TEMPLE? | a poem by Amoye Favour
To live is to be evil,
You just need to spell it the other way around.