I see a doctor twice a week, my lifespan reduces by 2 ounces.
What kind of fervour makes my femur feeble for fever’s fang?
What the Earth Told Me in Silence | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Nathan Felix
So, we speak—not because we are brave,
but because silence is heavier than truth.
Three Words | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Alexander Izang
let this be a beautiful, good morning to you,
let it renew the butterflies in your belly,
Strange Exile | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by John Chizoba Vincent
Today, the ocean looks like a rich aunt’s necklace.
Tomorrow, it becomes the shape of a demon
EVIDENCE | a poem by Egwuchukwu Faith
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.