Passing Through
“Looking out, I see blind night behind/ & racing in front, the singing wings/ just visible, purposeful, making/ last dashes before the big light goes out…” By Stuart A. Paterson.
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Anne Whittle (alias chattox)
“And after, well fed-up but famished, I knashed at th bare bakside/ of an apl csh csh – -/ nd an appl &/ another apple – and felt non the better for it, only old…” By Camille Ralphs.
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Nothing to It
“The world is shit. It stinks, it’s black, and it’s foul.” Story of the Week (May 23), by Jerry Wilson.
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Walk in the Woods
“I can remember a time/ my father pulled me onto his shoulders/ telling me/ Everyone will hurt/ you. Don’t forget that”
Weekend poem, by Alexis Groulx.
Forever-rain
“When we were strangers — remember? — it was bliss because I didn’t need much to imagine/ And now? We don’t meet — having met a few and futile times — but discuss only a forever-rain.” Weekend poem, by Nabina Das.
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This House is an African House
“This house is an African house./ This your body is an African woman’s body…” By Kadija Sesay.
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Property of a Sorceress
“She died under mango trees, under kola nut/ and avocado trees, her nose pressed to their roots,/ her hands buried in dead leaves, her thin legs/ spread out like palm oil in a hot pan.” By Viola Allo.
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Sketches of my Mother
“The mother of my memories was elegant. She would not step out of the house without her trademark red lipstick and perfect hair. She did not walk with slow steps as this stranger did…” By Chika Unigwe.
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Transgendered
“Lagos is a chronicle of liquid geographies/ Swimming on every tongue…” By Jumoke Verissimo.
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Between Two Worlds
“Ursula spotted the three black students immediately. Everyone did. They could not be missed because they kept to themselves and apart from the rest….” Excerpted from ‘Between Two Worlds’, by Amma Darko.
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