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Ode to a Lost Brother

by Kolawole Samuel Adebayo Before Boko Haram guns sank holes in his skull,He was a lively boy, he was a sprinter, he was his high school’s champion. Before he became the reason for familial grief,He was the origin of my mother’s smiles.I cannot say “our mother” because Bashir is dead. He is now dust,Grasses haveContinue reading “Ode to a Lost Brother”

Lightness Has Never Been Our Concern, But Today We Are the Opposite of Heavy

by Lauren Licona we’ve spent all morningstaring at the water stain onyour ceiling, until it grows into a homeland we have no name for but “here”. i mean today, i live without knowledge of my borders. i learn to unline myself.we are no longer someone’s stateless daughters. i have forty-nine cents to my name & i cannot be whittledContinue reading “Lightness Has Never Been Our Concern, But Today We Are the Opposite of Heavy”

AIN’T WE LUCKY WE GOT ‘EM, GOOD TIMES

by Rodrick Minor On a cherryplanked floor in Durham I twerk my soul          into the weekend I sweat out my devils over the crooner’s voice   An exorcism in the wee hours  Hips gyrate allusions of Jazz June in a beehive of celestial beings  Fingers pranced in air          as if the Holy Ghost graspContinue reading “AIN’T WE LUCKY WE GOT ‘EM, GOOD TIMES”