What if… our silhouette no longer stands behind but hangs over our heads like clouds.
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.
i can’t wait to see you again (a poem by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
you laid here, on my bed
within ear reach and finger touch
but I was mute, crippled
more than mere flesh and bone (and 3 other poems by Linda M. Crate)
don’t get mad at women
for refusing you
we want to be seen as something more
than our mere flesh and bone
women don’t owe you anything (a poem by Linda M. Crate)
we don’t owe you anything
just because you were nice to us;
FESTIVAL OF CLOUDS (a poem by Salam Adejoke)
The wind hummed along
Then it was cloudy and windy
And soon all was bright and clear
And cloudy once again
HELIUM BALLOON (a poem by Franklyn Orode)
There are days when the coughing clouds spit acid on me
When rain comes pouring like prickly pieces of memories
‘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!
BEDBUGS (a poem by Adedamola Jones Adedayo)
Sometimes my skin slithers that I feel
snake-calculating gestures of foreboding,
HUE (a poem by George Oge-Kalu Comfort)
The world made her the best version for herself
Even when she was seen as just a rare piece of china on her mother’s shelf