The kiss came slowly at first, exploratory, then deeper. Her hand slid up the side of his neck, drawing him in. The warmth between them swelled
Sniffles & Sneezes | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Janoma Omena
I am curled up under blankets
Surrounded by snot-filled tissues
Ginger tea that has long g
Prelude To Becoming | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Abubakar Ibrahim
& what else becomes of a boy who must unlearn the language of flowers? He carries silence the way a river carries the dead with resignation.
The Woman Who Builds | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Moremi Akano
She speaks to the air, and commands things to be
Borrowing from time’s closed pockets
To enrich the earth and make it better
silhouette of sunlight | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Iliya Kambai Dennis
lord, how many times have i prayed to crawl
back into my mother’s womb to be reborn as the sun?
A Life | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Johan T.K. Salihu
If only, if only
we knew what it was
the meaning of life
and what it does.
Breath(e) In Makoko Slums | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ishola Joshua
her body speaks a language every fatherless home
in Makoko slums understands. The staple of fatherless children
is hardness, since the breadwinner has been baked by fate
Postpartum | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Elizabeth Akinsehinwa
I forgot how to inhale,
And the silence I felt,
Grew louder than his cries.
Resurgence | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ferdinand Emmanuel Somtochukwu
Tell me, why cling to what drags your feet
when you can rise—seven times, and again?
Just—
pause.
Pause.
Ode To the Discography of Your Becoming | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Olobo Ejile
Life will teach you that this
is the discography of your becoming, with
albums & EPs of chaos, & there is nothing
you can do about it, except to take a deep breath