ISSUE 25 - The Harry Garuba Edition

  • N Lema Lubendo

    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

  • Candace Fertile

     

    Poetry, Fiction and Essay Reviews 

    Teardrops on the Weser
    by Amatoritsero Ede
    Winnipeg, MN: Griots Lounge, 2021
    64 pp. $20.99

    The slimness of a volume of poetry often belies the wealth to be found within, and Amatoritsero Ede’s latest … Read the whole text

  • Seria S Cash

     

    Independence for Sale 

    1. 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.
    2. I didn’t know that
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  • Ide Thompson

    Ide Thompson

     

    *Yellow-Yellow Kiss Duh Fellow

    You was young and wanted to tell
    hell, you wanted to spill 

    night 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

  • Meredith Forbes

    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