Writings / Poetry: Afam Akeh
American Trauma
There is a hole in the ground the dead cannot fill.
Only memory can feed it. And silence,
that populous sound. What the world calls power
is suddenly rubble, concrete piled on grief.
The ruins of everything everywhere
evidence...
Writings / Poetry: Luca Xifona
Yes / No / Yes
The day after that unexpected night,
Trees were set to scatter blossoms; the sun
Evaporated all our camouflage:
We were no longer friends, but lovers.
I felt I could splash through petals: At last—
Like spoons sliding together—we’d coupl...
Writings / Poetry: Chielozona Eze
Poetry
It is not speaking in tongue, child;
it is baiting fish with fish.
And so, I, a blind, tap around
for the door to my history.
It’s dark and dark everywhere.
Empty spaces cry for meaning!
I have sworn a bond with life.
To hold my e...
Writings / Poetry: Emily Izsak
Do We Not Laugh?
You've been Shylocked,
I said,
as I dipped the tip of my nose
into pursed lips.
This is how Jews kiss.
You pinched a pound of stomach flesh-
though I owed you the rest of it.
Fresco
The putto mooning the bridegroom
spews...
