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WHERE IS THIS HOME YOU SPEAK OF? BY TARINABO DIETE BRAIDE
Home is not where you were born,home is where all your attempts to escape cease – Naguib Mahfouz IT HAS NO WALLS OR DOORS IT IS JUST… PEOPLE. We are not the […]
DILECTIO BY NANA OSEI AGYEMAN
For eons, people in love have written the most captivating songs, poems and stories about the ones they love; their muses. They sing or speak of unthinkable things that would happen should something happen to the love of their lives or the bond they have. Many a writer have ended reality itself in an […]
A Spotify Blend (After Tonongo by Lojay) By Pazqal Eriq
It is a shameful thing to say that you sound like the rhythmic beauty of an album by a problematic artiste I swear to stop listening to but I never do. I remain oblivious to what to do with you while constantly replaying every track to the 19th of February, A reluctant night out to […]
From Dust to Dial Tone by Riian
“I need a roommate, only because the rent just increased and I’m not ready to move out of this house” She said to her mother over the phone. They continued their conversation and she promised to call her and give updates. Dropping her phone on the dining table, she walks to the kitchen to […]
Crooked Bookshelf Down the Hall by Kassidy
black coffee, guitar picks, fingers intertwined. the soft sighs, the explosive rants, the smell of rain. your viridian green sweatshirt, a comfortable silence, watching me, watching you. all these little details mapped out like constellations. and my favorite was how pleasurable it was to not reach out to nothing. but now it’s 4 a.m. and […]
BULLETIN, AUGUST 2023
Hello, from the desk of the editor-in-chief of this wonderful publication. In the days that have preceded this one, a lot has happened in the louvers of this publishing house. Our second cycle proved to be a strong start after an unexpected fallow. Giving new and alive meaning to the term, ‘returning to love’. Just […]
That’s how it should go by Mimi Lola
This is how this thing goes. And I will call you as it settles, just as my toes sink into the wet sand and water recoils from me. I just hear you breathe cause you always wait for me to speak. I called first. I say, oh god, it’s coming. I feel it in my […]
The Last Office by Chinedu Adaora
THE LAST OFFICE. This is how to eat your cake and have it: (1) Wear your father’s old coat to a job interview on a monday morning, in a pair of a brown shiny texudo shoe. “You better have an explanation for your dressing, Mr, Scumbags, are not welcome here.” (2) Tell him today made […]
Revolution by [M.A.]. L.H. D. Z.
Mourn. The lives lost, the lives held captive, the lives stolen, the lives taken, burnt, beat, enslaved, drowned, silenced… Murdered. Mourn the lives they left behind. Their colorful presence now blurred. Unrecognizable. Mourn. Then get back up. Fuck up the system that did this to them, to us. Get the fuck up, gather your power, […]
Fragilities by [M.A.]. L.H. D. Z.
Sometimes, I wonder really how crazy it is to indulge in the idea that we are all walking around deeply convinced we are in charge; when in reality, we have absolutely no guaranteed idea of what our mind will invoke next. Are we really in charge of our being? Should we be in charge or […]
