poetry column-nnd

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…