Fowls have become dumb
Dogs are now bony
Dust is tick and fleshy
THERE IS PEACE IN THIS LAND | a poem by Imam Sarafadeen
A rich man is helping a poor man
A convict is dancing with a child,
People put aside their differences
& proclaim a triumphant hope
HOW I BAKE MY DAILY BREAD (a poem by Joseph Olamide Babalola )
I launch my day mixing desires in the same
bowl with uncertainties, kneading them soft
on the intricate board of complexities
‘BALL OF SUET’, ‘ FROM COPENHAGEN ’, ‘I AM GERINELDO’ & ‘POETESS IN VINEGAR PRICKS’ (four poems by Daniel de Culla)
Get him into the Seminary
And become a pedophile priest
To go through those mountains of God
Disgracing widows and married
UNNAMED | a poem by Roy Duffield
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.