Tag: Issue 4
She Wears the Rainbow on her Waist|Adeola Juwon |One Act Play
CHARACTERS Dewunmi: A village maiden. Funmilade: A village maiden – Dewunmi’s friend. Dare: A young man – Dewunmi’s admirer. SCENE The early hours of a Saturday morning, two young women are on their way to the only borehole in the village of Alara. They have only their wrappers on. […]
Three Poems|Ivan Peledov
What a Waste A fox would never ask a rabbit where the trees are going at sunset, but clouds kiss empty freight cars and slowly implode. Awkward steps of the priests can’t repeat the pattern of the stars. Darkness curses them all, along with cows, traffic lights, flying saucers, divine flesh and fake music. […]
Four Poems| Sharif Shakhshir
Paradise for Coyotes For Katie I want to go broke with you. I want to face disaster and chase other foolish stars with silly names among the monosaurs and pegasi Let’s cross unwise hemispheres like coyotes disrespectful of borders. When the bad men build their sad conspiracies and chase us into the darkness the […]
Four Poems|Paul Tanner
pesky logic I serve her. then I use the hand sanitizer. she watches me rubbing my hands together. I’m clean, you know! she says. I have to do it after every customer, I tell her. oh, charming! well what about YOU, eh? she points at me from across the counter. […]
Three Poems|Peniel Gifted
COUNTRY BY THE RIVERSIDE Here lies a country- By the riverside of dolor Tapping nutriment from Runnels of Hades. Her cubs sip from bass In gushing songs- lunching Beebread, tanks wailing. Her husband- floater like a Widowman, nesting at Bermuda’s Bank, angel expecting- one day My kindred soul will be back. DARKEN […]
Three Poems|Sofiat Omowumi
LIFE OF A VIRGIN Sometimes, I see my waist Clad in your arm’s shawl. I feel your succulent lips on mine Like a well-cooked cow-hide as we take in each other’s breath. Then, I see myself underneath you, You unlock the door beneath my navel With the key between your thighs and we feed […]
Four Poems|Katie Berger
Factory Night Shifts My dad slept all day. I played the piano so quietly and slowly I heard the hammers hesitate before each note. And with my brother I fought for limbless GI Joe torsos in spitty whispers. Who controlled the remote controlled little: mute Ninja Turtles, mute Clarissa, mute coyote off a cliff, […]
Room| Maed Rill Monte|Poetry
The entire length of flesh is room for growth a warpaint called race could paint peace if the colors found a new canvas a fresh method to scrutinize the untravelled stretches A region of escape we could settle in if we directed the lights to each other’s body the beating of the […]