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Ana Elsner | Forgetting Eyes

Ana Elsner | Forgetting Eyes

Not in a tinplated / beggar’s cup of watery soup / do I perceive your countenance. / Not in a…
Monica Matei | Şeulia of Mureş

Monica Matei | Şeulia of Mureş

You are up on the sky, / eeping an eye into the Light, / so righteous within, / if only…
Thachom Poyil Rajeevan | r/e/c/y/c/l/i/n/g

Thachom Poyil Rajeevan | r/e/c/y/c/l/i/n/g

by Thachom Poyil Rajeevan Beware them who come asking for old shoes. Wearing them one by one from the bigger…
Birgitta Jonsdottir | I walked the valley of shadow

Birgitta Jonsdottir | I walked the valley of shadow

I walked the valley of shadow / touched faces / of fear with eager hands / eagle heart / your…
Thachom Poyil Rajeevan | A birthday poem

Thachom Poyil Rajeevan | A birthday poem

I am to be born today. / But, yesterday / My star turned into a black hole / My tree…
Chris Mansell | The good soldier

Chris Mansell | The good soldier

on someone else’s place / it seems to him the land / slings distance way out / the dirt is…
Marco Giovenale | August is the worst month to die

Marco Giovenale | August is the worst month to die

August is the worst / month to die. / People do not listen to / trivial whispers nor / to…
Alessio Zanelli | Getaway

Alessio Zanelli | Getaway

Mist and dew / no longer inhabit the dale. / Plumes of smoke are the reeds / in the miry…
Lucy Conticello | Environment & Climate

Lucy Conticello | Environment & Climate

This issue offers its readers a selection of photographs that touches onto the many facets of the environment. I would…
Argo Spier | Growing visible

Argo Spier | Growing visible

In the dark dawn glow / of a dying night / growing visible / a slight movement of a hand…
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley | City

Patricia Jabbeh Wesley | City

At night, it is like fire / spreading beneath us. / This vast city / aflame, and the plane /…
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley | The Morning After: An Elegy

Patricia Jabbeh Wesley | The Morning After: An Elegy

My husband and I gather our remaining lives / the morning after. I snatch away memories / of childhood, adolescence,…
Lawore Olufemi | The world, Africa and Nigeria

Lawore Olufemi | The world, Africa and Nigeria

The world a clayey pot / Africa-the food inside the pot / Nigeria the salt inside the food / let…
Terry a O’Neal | Shadow Dancer

Terry a O’Neal | Shadow Dancer

Beautiful / Spirit of the night / Her shadow appears / abstract– / As her body contours / under the…
Odimegwu Onwumere | Ecology

Odimegwu Onwumere | Ecology

One day I left my home / To the evil forest in my land / To see nature as it…
Segun Akinlolu | Like A Woodbit

Segun Akinlolu | Like A Woodbit

I am like a woodbit / with motions diverse adrift / in the ocean so vast / uncharted, / endless…
Terry a O’Neal | Mama Afrika

Terry a O’Neal | Mama Afrika

Mama Afrika / Make me a necklace / Of shiny malachite beads and brass spheres / That will mark me…
Segun Akinlolu | Tell Me Of Life

Segun Akinlolu | Tell Me Of Life

Don’t tell me of blood, sage, / What I have seen I cannot forget. / Tell me of no war,…
Odimegwu Onwumere | Politician

Odimegwu Onwumere | Politician

Regardless the principle of politics, / What is politics? / Are you a politician with bad sense / Of politics…
Argo Spier | I took my ship down

Argo Spier | I took my ship down

I have left / and nosed my shuttle down / to the height of a foaming prairy / [my zoom…
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