SUBMISSIONS https://youtu.be/_ds082W0-bk https://www.instagram.com/p/CpE3I5uqAKo/ https://youtu.be/cXYlFwDdu0A https://youtu.be/l3AcmIUfl0U https://youtu.be/Rs57N7p_umA https://fanlink.to/bLUE     We Partied during the Curfew after Ilya Kaminski                                                     -By Younglan Talyoung   While yelwan zangam was on fire, we, the inhabitants of tudun wada, drank until   we ran out of liquor. Joined the rant on Facebook #stopplateaukillings and smuggled more liquor   from the […]

could this be the effect of what insecurity has done to us? we have in the past allowed our doors open to all but this is what it has brought us to; strangers teaching our wards strange doctrines; our values watered down and trampled upon. our doors are open only to let strangers go back […]

nothing but total blackness, the worst fears inspire the greatest comebacks in the ground, there’s no bottom barrel only ascension. Victor Oyedele

to simplify, first, we must exaggerate then begin to pick pieces. to magnify, we must minimize- we must begin to look in parts and in bits something the earth will swallow and not throw up almost immediately. to grow, you must become a seed. Victor Oyedele

Quiet everyone, Quit singing this lonesome song Of silence harmonised by crickets Whose idea was it to count sheep on words? Why has our breathing become a rhythm? Un-sing your lonesome song Chant your tune in lines of four Hybrid

these poems may soon forget you. one by one like a buried memory they’d soon fade. like art eaten by the silverfish, the booklice, they’d lose parts. you’d lose your mind in the sacrifice of the finest things, people, world, you may never be able to create, to see, to know again. Əĺļə

here, no one would be quiet. someone said they saw someone speed past where the tree fell. someone else did see someone but could not tell who. alas! she didn’t see what she saw. someone said they saw someone before the tree fell but couldn’t tell. well, I can tell but no one asked me […]

ever heard of elegant trees proud mountains that tower like pillars, seas that control their tide, a language that unites their tribes wars that steal from mothers their husband’s touch, drums that remove lips from the breasts of mothers and daughters, and deep down, behind those clouds where heaven sees and heaven knows all things, […]

too many promises leave us broken. every. year. a youth seeks life, an aged, afterlife. some. times they meet to know how age wears us differently and when she’s done, like a stem pulled by a hurrying storm we’re removed. the explanation won’t make sense. but like every story we end. Əĺļə