poetry column

Exiled

By Akpa Arinzechukwu  I dip a finger in the deep ocean just to reach you. Your absence ebbs me towards the improbable. I wake up again in a body no longer mine, an identity on a reckless person’s table. The…

We Risk It All

By Chiwenite Onyekwelu Because deep down all we want is to be split apart. Or do you not see it clearly enough— this mole on your flesh, tender as light & sinking through. It was never always so. The bodies…

SCHEHERAZADE

for Chinyerem By Chibueze Obunadike “…thunder is a sudden noise that begins with light.” — Fernando Pessoa i don’t know if, when you close your eyes, you can still see it.           all the way back…

Melanoma

By Ola W. Halim  (for all albinos battling skin cancer)  i. my skin eats itself daily until all left of it is mincemeat ii. my skin is a sketch work of shiny reds, charred browns, pulpy whites, and fruity pinks…

My Favourite Poets

—after Adam Zagajewski’s poem of the same title By Othuke My favourite poets are the folks planting trees cleaning up our dying lakes & rivers & oceans. The women & men marching, arm in arm on hot asphalt & chanting,…

Appendages of Loss

By Njoku Nonso I do not trust my hands to keep me alive. I chapel my hands towards atonement, a white stallion limping across the garden of beauty. What’s hungered in the dark remains imperishable, ungodly, persuasive like a naked…