By Nwodo Divine The rasp of a moth wing, caught between windowpane and the moon’s hard gaze. A silent question mark fluttering against the future, the shadow stretched before our eyes, but kept moving towards the bloom, petals heavy with…
after Patricia Smith By Ayokunle Falomo Didn’t your teachers teach you to ask good questions before starting any venture at all? What good is archaeology, anyway? May I ask you about poetry—yours, what good is it? It’s been 10 years…
By Jide Badmus Wednesday morning, I needed Noah’s boat to navigate Bank road. I didn’t know Ikoyi too could be this vulnerable when it rains. Some days, we are fishes floating in dry aquariums, enthusiasts, drowning in saltwater ambitions. Other…
In response to Billy Collins’ ‘The First Night’ By Chisom Okafor I am holding unto the past like a monochrome photographto my chest, listening to your heartbeat against mine in this untouched dark You say something about the pastnot holding water…
