Writings / Poetry: Afam Akeh
American Trauma There is a hole in the ground the dead cannot fill. Only memory can feed it.
And silence, that populous sound. What the world calls power is suddenly rubble, concrete
piled on grief. The ruins of everything everywhere evidence...
Writings / Poetry: Luca Xifona
Yes / No / Yes The day after that unexpected night, Trees were set to scatter blossoms; the
sun Evaporated all our camouflage: We were no longer friends, but lovers. I felt I could
splash through petals: At last— Like spoons sliding together—we’d coupl...
Writings / Poetry: Chielozona Eze
Poetry It is not speaking in tongue, child; it is baiting fish with fish. And so, I, a blind,
tap around for the door to my history. It’s dark and dark everywhere. Empty spaces cry for
meaning! I have sworn a bond with life. To hold my e...
Writings / Poetry: Emily Izsak
Do We Not Laugh? You've been Shylocked, I said, as I dipped the tip of my nose into pursed
lips. This is how Jews kiss. You pinched a pound of stomach flesh- though I owed you the rest
of it. Fresco The putto mooning the bridegroom spews...