A Dry Season Doctor in West Africa
“She presses her toes together. I will never marry, she says. Jamais dans cette vie! Where can I find a man like you?” By Viola Allo.
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The Way of Meat
“Every day—any day—any one of us could be picked out for any reason, and we would be… We’d part like hair, pushing into the walls of our containment area, then alternately cry, call, or sigh when the farmhand wrestled his pick off the floor.” By Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond.
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Shoots
“Sapling legs bend smoothly, power foot in place,/ her back, parallel to solid ground,/ makes her torso a table of support…” By Kadija Sesay.
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What Took Us to War
“What took us to war has again begun,/ and what took us to war/ has opened its wide mouth/ again to confuse us.” By Patricia Jabbeh Wesley.
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Quarter to War
“The footfalls fading from the streets/ The trees departing from the avenues/ The sweat evaporating from the skin…” By Jumoke Verissimo.
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Sometimes, I Close My Eyes
“sometimes, this is the way of the world,/ the simple, ordinary world, where things are/ sometimes too ordinary to matter. Sometimes,/ I close my eyes, so I don’t have to see the world.” By Patricia Jabbeh Wesley.
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The Score
“The person on the floor was unmistakeably dead. It looked like a woman; she couldn’t be sure yet…” By Hawa Jande Golakai.
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Artificial Islands
“Also I want to/ raze the mall// to the unstable/ ground, milk it/ like it milked me.” Poem of the Week (May 4), by Jasmine Nikki ‘Nikay’ C. Paredes.
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The Day After Trump
“I want a dusty screaming peacock…” Poem of the Week (April 27), by Barbara March.
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The Names of Spices
“it’s garam masala, you say// garam masala from the bazaar/ behind your home, in the Old City,/ your tongue travelling back/ into the winding streets, mazelike…” Weekend poem, by Syed Jarri Haider.
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