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The night of deaths by patty Green

[tabby title="Poem"] to dance freely is to cup your breathin your lung & smile,holding yourself togetherin the palm of the night,drinking from the handsof memory that replays the taleof your father's demise. to dance freely is to see the daybreaks...

Viscosity by Onyedikachi Chinedu

[tabby title="Poem"] Viscosity on my mind, the weather is a sea creature.it’s Thursday known as death’s day.eyestill in the creature’s vault. then it was me and it; a freak mutualism:something out of a grotesque setting.yet we stride over the viscosity...

EDUCATION IS A SCAM by E.T.H AINA

[tabby title="Poem"] The boy in the other streetMy playmate with whom I built sandcastlesOnce said,"Education is a scam"But when his uncle sent a letter to his motherThey summoned his learned neighbour to read itAnd when he saw a bank managerHe...

Origin of heartbroken by Philip C. Abonyi

[tabby title="Poem"] when we discover butterfliesin our orificesyou said your body is an abyss filled withbroken thingsyou said memory is a sun& it burns you each time you look hithertothere is a boy in your scaryou pull him out sometimes&...

IN MY COUNTRY by E.T.H AINA

[tabby title="Poem"] The other day at Burj Khalifahe called me broTHERI knew it.He is an African.And we got on famouslyWe talked about our countriesAnd he was enragedWhen he said,In my country,Justice is often delayedbut it is not denied. I smiled...