the gods had struck themselves deaf,
blind, and dumb.
the thin line between a heartbeat, & the fragile hands of machines | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Felix Eshiet
to be born early
is to wrestle with time itself
On The Benue | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Servio Gbadamosi
the gods had struck themselves deaf,
blind, and dumb.
when you imagined yourself an iceberg | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by MK Kuol
Tomorrow will bring another loose edge,
a rip of ordinary time wanting a hand.
She will answer with thread, with patience,
with the soft thunder of a machine at work.
The Tailor’s Gospel | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Akindutire Elizabeth Abosede
Tomorrow will bring another loose edge,
a rip of ordinary time wanting a hand.
She will answer with thread, with patience,
with the soft thunder of a machine at work.
Ordeal | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Timileyin Adepoju
Bodies will yawn off the absence of sleep.
The earth will gurgle urgencies of feet
Current I & II | two CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poems by Babatunde Adeleke
You walk up
and my body already knows
which way the water is trying to go.
Salvation | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Sarah Adeyemo
Lord, I am young, and I’m searching
for forever in your eyes. Look beyond my hands
How To Mend a Broken Body | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Sofiat Omowumi Ramon
I ask the universe how to mend a broken body,…
This World Makes New Names For Suffering | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Wisdom Nemi Otikor
the poor cannot buy and capitalism is
noose around our neck. Those whose rewards are in heaven, let