Memories

By Stephanie Mbachu: Memories Wanna be able to write your name in my heart Even when we fall apart Wanna be able to scream and yearn for your touch Even when my soul goes oblivion Memories of you written boldly…
By Stephanie Mbachu: Memories Wanna be able to write your name in my heart Even when we fall apart Wanna be able to scream and yearn for your touch Even when my soul goes oblivion Memories of you written boldly…
By Stephanie Mbachu: Pain in light Waking up everyday Ought to be a miracle Yet it’s not I be living in a mirage The struggles Heal my soul from crumbles The meat on my table I wouldn’t get without tears…
By Emmanuel Iworah: Logical Reality Loo…
By Alexis karpouzos: When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a ocean we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast. I have seen you in…
By Alexis karpouzos: When you look deeply into yourself you may be able to see that there is, in this moment, a quality of aliveness that is animating you that is not philosophical and is not abstract. It’s independent of…
By Alexis karpouzos: All humans on earth are one. We descend from the same family of common ancestors. We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings, and like siblings we depend on each other’s love and care and responsibility. We…
By Debbie Middaugh: WITH YOU, I had a fighting chance. WITHOUT YOU, I have to pay in advance. WITH YOU, I found a reason to believe. WITHOUT YOU, I’m absent without leave. WITH YOU, I lived in the sun. WITHOUT…
By Debbie Middaugh: I was made For war. She let her Sugar pour. She was made For peace. I fought with The police. I have a head Full of bad ideas. She is making Home-made tortillas. I’m a work In…
By Paul Anozie: One day, an old shriveled book in a dank corner of a public library decided it did not want to be a book no more; it did not want to be read without end by humans, but…
By Paul Anozie: COKE Swollen and taut as a Yoruba tom-tom, Ngozi was all belly and bones as she lay helplessly on a tiny part of a bed in the children’s ward at Christ the Saviour Hospital. Her pulse had…
By satish verma: What ignites you when snow falls on your eyes and you start seeing the nightmares of fire. Still pain. What you begin to feel. Temple was black. Inside the jewels sit as golden moons on walls. You…
By Mercy Friday: My Superman. So beautiful and perfect. His eyes always bright and filled with light, his smile made my heart flutter because when he smiles it’ll make you feel like the world isn’t perfect without him. His aura…