Lit Mag · Non-fiction · Poetry
Three Pieces
by Uche Peter Umez —— —— The Way We Are #1. You remember when we used to play in the rain? As if I could ever forget. You used[…]
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Lit Mag · Non-fiction · Poetry
by Uche Peter Umez —— —— The Way We Are #1. You remember when we used to play in the rain? As if I could ever forget. You used[…]
by Martins Kiibaati If you ask him where he’s been He’ll say around, It takes too many words To say what he’s done and seen He’s been to heaven He’s[…]
By Geosi Gyasi at the burial grounds man confronts the earth and a chthonic power vociferate to the world under; a convocation of elders pick themselves up long[…]
By Ivor W. Hartmann Our fathers are gone Lost to the abysmal sea Swirling in a sargasso of plastic Our mothers are silent Lassitude wreathed And buried them[…]
by Kolade Ajayi It often returns, astride memories moment that axed to exes facing a life to its exits; and the menace that was penance, heaved along city corners–[…]
My Sin on a Sunday Morning Sinners must go to hell or so I’m told. That is, if they repent not. Preachers’ picture of hell is doom. Hell[…]
Night I have thought these importunate ruins painting your face brighter as something sinuous, something that is capable of rousing a broken ghost to the will of flesh […]