Am I a poetaster, finding solace in the sanctuary of poetry?
Or am I a poet, eccentric in style and yearning for peace?
Káṣìmawò | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Owólolá Àjúlékún
Olúmọ etched an epitaph
She inked a testament of tears
For her son’s fate was annulled
Home Is Where Our Tears Are Stored in Big Barrels | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Igbokwe Roseline
And I tell you again that this home
Of mine is a mischief/milkmaid; milking tears from citizens
Untitled | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ivan De Monbrison
he was like a sexless mummy
resurrected from the grave
a castrated Lazarus
Street’s Song | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Osho Tunde Matthew
A poet sitting by his shadow, his empty
cylinder, nothing to fire his hope tonight.
Dear Editor, | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Sa’ada Isa Yahaya
What do you do to a god who saves not, but kills its own?
Should it be starved of a kolanut & palm oil? Perhaps, songs?
Clouds Above Life | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Luper Aluga
…a lively atmosphere undisturbed by, or dismissive of, the impending weather.
A Jealous Thing: Some Words About Writing | An essay by Moses Eduek
If anything, I only pity him. Writing is a jealous thing. It wants all of you and its rewards come sporadically, sometimes without promise or structure.
ZION | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Donato Cinicolo
…photography is a way of seeing and recording the world around us, showing the viewer a particular view of the magic of humanity.
Màámi | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi
Never shall I forget I forget you