GRANDMA’S POT OF BEANS |Akin-Ademola Emmanuel

It was fairly late , After the time we played– And grumbled by the evenings Grandma chortled quizzically. Staring at us and her, cracked I saw her eyes glooming And stared as she pitied our Stomachs that rumbled, bean cook gurglings. She preoccupied us with admonition It was then I understood her fears , Her…

Three poems |Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Life has become a game of snakes and ladders And the virus Lies there As the snakes At each corner which can allow us To dream of winning! Yet, At each climb, We get bitten by the snakes And we fall back to square one! Six months ago, I would never have thought That life…

Poetry: Justice for Uwa | Abayomi Awelewa

It will never be well with them Who plucked her life at prime Seeing her young and beautiful Full of life; full of hope Defying a senseless lockdown To better her lot in life Cut short brutally by the animals Who felt entitled to her body In a house of God where she sought refuge!…

Two Poems | Ndubuisi Martins

Night is a poet’s gift You seek colour letters at noon not knowing the night is its fluent skin, crystal liquids of thoughts               straying but caught amidst the silence of beings, of hissing leaves of once noisy crickets gone early to bed so the earth hands the poet a song, to weave for days…  …

Two poems | by James Croal Jackson

Please Stop with These Old Photos it’s too much pain to view them in my brain the brain hungry the eyes always feed it processes everything as sadness I eat the cosmos with sight yet fixate on what I have lost everything a miracle of blood and dust around me and in the fog I…

Three poems | by John Grey

DEAR FRIEND, REGARDING THE DRAGON Once again, I’m looking for your assistance. I was set upon by a dragon. I’m still shaking. It feels as if that creature’s hot breath is still searing my cheeks, the back of my neck, But, other than that, how are things with you. I saw you working out at…

Two poems | by Sergio Ortiz

Poets are the magicians of the unseen, snake charmers of winds and thoughts, wolves echoing the lamentations of a broken heart. Through their blind retrospect we taste crimes of the living and the dead, smell the pollination of a rose upon the diamond mount of the soul, clutch a stormy Alaskan winter of the heart,…

QUARANTINE COVID 19 | Daniel de Culla

Being tiny Much less than a lap It has more strength That the poison of a toad -Covid 19 Although it looks Chinese Italian is Put in royal crown Castilian. -Coronavirus It is break and tear From rubbing and scratching Kyrie eleison is out Between crying and grumbling. -Coronavirus Of the third age are Absent…

To Serve Man | by Yash Seyedbagheri

why don’t we let aliens serve man aboard a UFO? eat humans whole after a good fattening after all, the aliens have a complete cookbook rules and procedures somewhere in the Twilight Zone what do we have? fake news. Rod Serling ruminates about human failure and does nothing to save humans from alien consumption knowledge…

Three poems | by Fabrice Poussin

Bouncing to ecstasy The ancient one toppled once again fell upon the gentle surface of a graceful eve bewildered he dared not challenge the past. Another dawn would shine upon his pains cheering to the upcoming hours for him to arise a warrior in the hostile realm. A routine too familiar to the weary frame…