ISSUE 25 - The Harry Garuba Edition
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N Lema Lubendo
Whats for Dinner?
We used to ask “what’s for dinner”
like we were investigating a homicide.
Mama’s alibi was “I’m too tired”.
The fridge confessed of empty shelves.
The air smelt of two-day old hunger.I was six when … Read the whole text
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Candace Fertile
Poetry, Fiction and Essay Reviews
Teardrops on the Weser
by Amatoritsero Ede
Winnipeg, MN: Griots Lounge, 2021
64 pp. $20.99The slimness of a volume of poetry often belies the wealth to be found within, and Amatoritsero Ede’s latest … Read the whole text
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Seria S Cash
Independence for Sale
- I didn’t know that my kind were cannibals: They’ll peel the skin off each other with their teeth, rip limbs apart with their hands, eat them, then serve it to their children.
- I didn’t know that
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Ide Thompson
*Yellow-Yellow Kiss Duh Fellow
You was young and wanted to tell
hell, you wanted to spillnight secrets in dreams
all over your bodies.yellow-yellow…
You know this is what you wanted
a kissin on dat supple skin… Read the whole text
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Meredith Forbes
Freedom
We are free
But are we really?Our bodies stuck in an unremitting trance,
The puppet master has let down and folded his hands,
And yet we continue to participate in this unabating dance.Acting for them and … Read the whole text


