Three Poems by Tawiah Mensah
How We Mourn Without A Body There is a song hovering over our roof.It stays there even when the rains come.It holds […]
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Between the Living and the Dead
By Naa Momo Kwao had never really liked the solemn hymns they sang at funerals, and so the Presbyterianhymnal remained untouched in […]
Read moreThe Morning that Lied
By Kwabena Benyin Morning has spoken to me, he said things would be promising today. Ɔ’san ka kyerɛ me sɛ, Ɔ’de me […]
Read moreTwo poems by Roberta Amanda Yemofio
Shedding My mother wonders why I am afraid of the darkWhen she herself on that 6am peeled my skinOff the foreign sweat […]
Read moreSilence of the sheep
s. Asamoah A septuagenarian once said“Be sheep and not spectators” They teach sheep pale magic is more magical than The dark arts.In […]
Read moreBefore the Sunrise
Jasmine Assan It’s on one of these days that I miss it,The long-standing tradition of mom’s yelling,My consistent alarm clock that never […]
Read moreCaterpillar Days
Victoria Naa Takia Nunoo you think about nineand it’s one big compoundthe water tank and night starsyour grandma’s voiceattributing the sudden power […]
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jflondon I watch my dad pass the bowl of soup aroundI feel a surge of gratitudeI’m thankfulWhich is weirdI watch my little […]
Read moreRecourse for Dying
(In response to Robyn Schiff’s Dawn of the Dead)Akua Antwiwaa Once upon a time When I thought I knew everythingMy mama took […]
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