Ayiyi Joel

Let there be the weeding & pulling      of grief / Ploughing his heart       in the field of his body

Ayiyi Joel

There's a way the body learns to outpace / Everything that desires to strip it off blood.

Israel Okonji

there will be squalls in mayfair tonight — a jazz club, you know, she said, / releasing her thumb from her phoneʼs screen.

Daniel Schulz

Wrapped around her thighs like serpents, / she kneels on a sea of hands.

Daniel Schulz

The weekend accumulated like a stash of dishes / like a cloud of static locked in the box / of a TV set.