These Feet Are Not Too Feeble to Fly
COPYRIGHTED, Clement Abayomi
A memory of being mauls
my movement & thaws
out sprouting sinews.
Streaks of searing self-doubt . . .
unforgiving introspections
boil[ing] the blood in my veins.
I'm weary from dreary pasts—
longing to pall a pervious
soil of promising verdure
I gaze at the relics of
decomposing leaves.
I've anchored a long
siege of torments. I begin
to torture my tongue with
prayerful syllables to
silence mocking mouths.
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The Library of Lost Memories
by Augusta Augustus.
I've never seen eyes as vacant as mine. Rose called them, The dead pools. It was the first thing she noticed when she saw me.
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If someone has any respect for you as an Igbo, he would automatically add more to it once you mention that you are from Abiriba.
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Winning Entry (Episodic.)
The courtroom was filled with the judge, jury, lawyers, my sister, and her husband.
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Sojourner, you must set out alone
On your journey down
The passage of life, rid self of
Company pointing you all
Dogs' duels,
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I am a Peregrine Falcon, the sky my canvas.
I dive, I soar, a master of the heavens.
Beneath me, the city unfurls, a mosaic of motion.
Cars and people stream like ants,
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Penuella Okwu
Runner-up
The Winter Flash Fiction Competiton
Eloise would not have asked to wake up in a way any better than this. The sun is rising but she wasn't going to stand up, not now. She closes her eyes, allowing the happenings of last night to fill her mind and soul once again, or maybe forever.
Andrew. They had broken up since college graduation, but Eloise wasn't going to walk away from this man who had claimed her body and soul.
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Photography - Kumbakani Chawinga.
Trycent Milimo.
On it was the empty cream-white papier-mâché
I visualized fruits resting on a centrepiece:
apples, bananas, or pineapples.
Ajayi Oluswasegun Samson
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Adésẹwà mi!
You are the glowing moon among the crowd of stars.
My digits crave clutching the silky softness of your caramel skin:
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Ogechukwu Uzoezie