featured poem nanúa by Yolanda Arroyo-Pizarro

nanúa is born her mother is a friend who sings three languages yoruba’s of southwestern the Taino speaks the castellan the mom, my friend does not like the chains nor the cadalzo                           (scaffold) she...

editorial: 2011.06

In the beginning there was the word. If there was the word, there had to be sound for it to be heard or for it to exist. ~ Lwazi Prolific

Issue 2011.06 – the sound issue

featuring poetry by Yollanda Arroyo-Pizarro, Nyakale Mokgosi, Jazz Africa, angelluv, Tosin Otitoju, Sihle Ntuli, Carol Ronaldson, Kabelo Mashishi, Kofi Baako Pe A conversation with Lwazi Prolific, the sound of Saul Williams’ poetry

the sound in Saul Williams’ poetry

Spoken word is an oral tradition that stretches far back into our history. Throughout the years, Africans used it to tell stories that educate and inspire their people. People used to sit around a fire and listen to the sound...

If Words Could Say by Kofi Baako Pe

Dear me, I do this again. You smile, like a meandering stream. Your shiny hair, in the sun it must gleam. You are a sight of gracious affection. I wish I could, but I would not mention. Your breasts, like...