Nectar

Nectar By Oluafolabi By yourself You must learn to forgive yourself again and again. You must learn to nurse yourself back to life every time you taste the lips of death and all her isotopes- rue, grief, pain. And after every new fall, you must learn to sit firmly under…

Dimensions

"Dimensions" By SPX Light travels harmonically and is entrapped between the space that is us I am trapped between two worlds with each pulling me in equal measure In you I found my center; like gravity you grounded all of me without pause my affection ran deeper than a rabbit's…

“I Am…”

"I am..." By SPX I am an ocean; I washed you clean off your infirmities while my saline burned your eyes but the tears wouldn't fall-they couldn't I am the sun; in degrees, I warmed you in your nether region leaving you with a feeling everlasting-still you wanted the cold…

ADETIBA

  °°°ADETIBA°°° By Chioma Ibegbunam The man whose hands traveled down the spine of my back Perfectly relieving aches and causing my stiffness to shake awake Evoking spirits I never thought dwelt in me, Was that your plan to make me weak? His rough palm planted perfectly on already gone-wet-land A…

Eventually

EVENTUALLY Heartbreak is a hotel down these narrow roads with stony walls and cheap linen I sit still and collect my thoughts like fine wine Observing the clouds; they are heavy with sadness waiting to explode any minute now It's almost comical how quick things change; sporadically, thoughts unplug I…

Unperturbed

"UNPERTURBED" BY SPX They say tomorrow isn't promised so I hold my candlelight awkwardly in the dark My fears swirl around me cyclically observing my essence I have achieved little; I am almost beyond time's mark What is it that gnaws at me? My desperate search for supreme excellence (more…)

The Lost Vortex

THE LOST VORTEX By Nkoli Os'kar She heard the cork...and remembered how in a not too distant past she'd desired this tone that was her colleague's phone. "Group chat..." she muttered. "What are they saying now?" She dressed up, forgetting about the ghost she thought she saw. Death was after…

Paramour Of Memory

Paramour of memory by Najite Ukiri A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction An erring lace which here and there enthralls the crimson stomacher a cuff neglectful and thereby ribbands to flow   Paramour of memory…