Poem: New Kru Town, Where I COME FROM’ By Edwin Olu Bestman
the air isn’t safe/
we’re afraid of inhaling &
exhaling/
drinking water is another idiot
damaging our stomachs
POEM: DEAR IVARA: I DIDN’T MAKE IT TO BRUNNEL SHORTLIST AGAIN BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
This is how i gather memories like keys of
separated arpeggio.
I won’t run my fingers on the collateral damages they’ve done to my ego.
Elixir of the mind, capitalist of decorated dreams;
Poem: My candle-flicker has long hairs that prick & heal by U.A Edwardson
“I look into the light again, and see how much I’ve
reformed,
From fires of life and that night —when I was
deeply embraced by the cold”