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Memory by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] The difference between a mountain and a ridge is in the way our bodies can sometimes press at night, the loneliness of the Caprivistretched in front of us like a sterile thumb. When we ran out of words,choosing...

Nigerian Novels by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] I know the quick thrill of a lovely dreamIt sets your heart in different places of hope at night:to long for sleep or perhaps never to wake at all.Imagine if those immuring trinkets around her neckwould shrink to...

Fugitive by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] She dances like there is petroleum in her coxato random men in the street who want to buy her. I hide all my shameful habits in a crystal figurineI leave in the sitting room for strangers to see....

Psychasthenia by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title= "Poem"] We were often taken at times by the lightbreaking in the window, pilfering brilliant holeswithin our bodies like cinema sunsets.Since our bodies too were casualties of thoughtwe collected organs in bed with palmslearning how to play for...

Letter to Peace ( I will…) by Atang-Sekou

[tabby title="Poem"] Letter to Peace (I will…) I will wipe the dust off the bulb of the moonSo that it's light illuminates your night paths,On your way home soon.I will summon the galactic winds to twirl earth into shorter days,The...