If only joy comes when the sun rises, when blindness isn’t carried over from sleep When the morning spreads like cancer, slowly affecting the bliss of night, of peace with deceit The baggage, excess brightness, supposed happiness, the safety from sleep as it rises and falls. LARDO

In watching the stars- patterns, constellations and galaxies a thousand lightyears away, the endless expanse awakes in me the awareness that I am. I am this universe trapped in a body. Oh Rest! you’re far from idleness, a night full of nightmares surpasses one with lack of sleep. The patterns that clouds unlock into stories […]

We were close like potato chips Whoever woke first Wore the dress What was yours Was mine We had the same appetite For every thing . When you left I found love again in our Rottweiler I called her your name Oyinlola And when I sleep well, The days I eat a good meal, When […]

Where can you find A woman to relate to your soul Through your colour ? Maggie Nelson and I Both talk of blue as a cure When we haven’t stated our disease. I learn in strings, in bits Ray Bradbury says it is okay He teaches me to step on landmines Each morning. To explode […]

i can easily tell your story, dad. the first among shepherds abuochiche’s mouth healer, giver, a strange believer. a mixture of seasons. i have learned to love you like my mother: soft, fragile, muscly all i would say about you all that you do all you’ve been through you still move like a river unafraid […]

You are bread and butter and breast milk My cloudy aesthetic You come back to me like rain Like a lie, These feigned memories I have considered veracious Your white teeth, The colour of my writing palette Your hair the same scent as my vision All blurred, all abandoned Too cured, I have forgotten dereliction […]

On Monday I was in school On Tuesday I broke the rule Wednesday, I sat on the front pew Thursday, I cried because I was told I would not write exams Friday, a happy day. I wrote the exam. Tochi

I was once in a child Fragile, Like a woman’s perception Grandma would say, and everyone too “He’s too eager for emotions” I was feeding off their reactions I was living for a miracle That I should one day be with super powers And save the world from burning Save everyone from things Only me […]

blinking is like opening and closing a door. we may find something behind or before it, or the thing from our vision vanishes. the field may be maybe wider. these things may multiply. when we blink we do not disappear when we open a door and walk through it we do. leonell echa

at crossroads with terrifying repercussion how can you run from what you can’t hide from? Younglan Talyoung