Our sixth issue, while containing an array of experimental poetry (as well as writing and music supplements) in various creoles and pidgins, also ‘writes back’ to a number of magazines and blogs. This issue opens with Dante Besong’s response…
[Photography] Dakar Street Series by Serubiri Moses
The work explores the relationship between the graffiti in the Point E and Ouakam area with Senegal’s history, literature and politics.
[NSFW] [Photography] Jakarta by Dimitri Pilalis
Brazilian Photographer Dimitri Pilalis documents the nightmarish reality of public and private mental health care institutions in Jakarta, Indonesia’s capital city, where he was in contact with patients for 60 days, with many patients appearing underfed, naked, and inhumanely restrained.…
Lapiro de Mbanga: Protest, Power and Politics
Nchanji Melvin Musicians are integral members of society because of the popularity and the power they wield, but the question as to what role they play in society has often been asked. To what end should they put…
[Poetry] On-Again/Off-Again by Kate Hampton
I/ Me, I Love You Gai, Nai, nakupenda Nakupenda sana, supuu But this love is unhe? Unhealthy You’ve boxed me, and I keep coming back Eh! Nairobi, I surrender You’ve hardened me Are hardening me but I’m not sure…
[Poetry] Bottles Have Become Bibles by Nforche Gerald
I Bottles have become bibles In clench of drunks who babble. Watch their lips quiver Like some flibbertigibbet bastards While shaky hands transport dose after dose Of the sedated beer to shuddering lips. Watch them sing and giggle, watch them…
[Poetry] The Silencer by Sihle Ntuli
Street poles tell the loudest tales. Shining above dim corners on a Durban inner city street A light shines Revealing lips on the butt at the corner of point road To the point where lungs have begun to explode The…
[Poetry] Languaje by Jack Little
Llenar blank leaves of hojas, wrap them tight in silent ayches, yolling ells. [olas de tears] un ojo wrinkles, the other empalagoso [miss you, querida] raquítico armchair, we slide soñolientamente [I can’t say your name] into tomorrow through archos, sloshways,…
[Poetry] Surfacing by Lorena Caputo
Sometimes the waves of depression & despair wash over me Wash beat higher A veces me ahogan A veces me ahogo …. I feel no solid ground beneath these long feet No sand rippled by gently rolling water I am…
