Ode to Cyprus| by Sofia Kioroglou

O troubled Isle of Aphrodite So battered by hostile winds that vie with one another When will this storm abate? O thou, my father’s land Thy very heart so torn and so in pain A castaway from thy native land thy core is rent in twain Strewn across thy verdant carpet Soldiers have trampled thou…

Photography | by Wayne Russell 

Old door  Abandoned house Sun flower  Indian Chief  Ivy on the Wall  Wayne Russell is a creative writer and amateur photographer that was born and raised in Florida, in March 2016 he founded the online underground lit zine called Degenerate Literature. DL can be found on Twitter, Facebook, and at their website at the following…

​FIRE! | by Betiku Ayokunle Samuel

Tayo saw the reflection of his face on the window of the Black Maria. He stared, mouth agape in shock at his swollen tearful eyes, swollen lips and unkempt hair.This image he saw (if it truly was his) was a far cry from the young handsome teenager he knew he used to be.This was all…

SERIES: Save My Soul (Episodes 12) BY Oyelude Yetunde

  Kamil froze. “I’m not pregnant Kamil. I lied.” Kamil staggered forward, gradually raising his arm and pointing at Lolade in disbelief. “You…you are not pregnant? You…you lied?” He stuttered. Lolade sniffled and used the back of her hands to wipe the tears off her face, only to give way for another stream. “I lied…

Two poems | by Mark Young

A line from Willem de Kooning   Super Bowl is upon us. The U.S. auto industry is heading for a downturn. We must shake ourselves out of our   four-wheeled stupor. The autonomous car is driving into view as the future of transportation. It’s time   to put an end to the debate. The impact…

Two poems | by Ann Christine Tabaka

​Scented Memories Scented memories waft through the air. Expectations widen the eyes of hope, brushing away cobwebs from the lost corners of time.   Synapses fire off as muted sounds of distant voices manifest themselves among the garbled words of blank faces.   History in reverse, snippets resurfacing, if only for a moment. That old…

​Mr Brian Austin | by ​John D Robinson

80 years old and fighting cancer he is still razor sharp witted and quick with it and the gift to tell a good story and one of the  favourites is about meeting Robert Graves: his wife was a big-house published poet and had a close correspondence with the great man and had the rare privilege…

Two poems | by Scott Thomas Outlar

Chickens Hatching   Even when there remains nothing left to say, our silence can prove to be the weapon of gold that helps to save lost souls in the end.   There is no war righteous enough to convince me to flick my tongue in anger or pick up a sword in disgust this time….

Communicators League Announces Winners for Its Creative Writing Contest 2017

Communicators League is delighted to announce the prize winners of the maiden edition of its creative writing contest 2017. The contest which was opened to creative writers from all parts of the world received 158 submissions. The flash fiction category received 50 entries while the poetry category received 108 entries. The prize winners for the…

SERIES: Save My Soul ( Episode 11) by Oyelude Yetunde

  “Why did you bring us here again?” Abeebat asked with a smile, revealing her snowy set of teeth, while Kamil helped her sit on a step of the stairs. Kamil settled beside her, smiling too. “At least I didn’t drag you here this time around.” he replied. “Oh, thank you Mr.” Abeebat said, sarcastically….

Three poems | by Michael Griffith

Beyond the Lens   My woman’s eyes are always looking beyond the lens in photographs for truths, for love, even after love has been found and had.   Many women’s eyes look beyond a lens – at least those seekers of souls and mates.   Love beyond. Love unbound.   There is always movement in…

“Monergocapitalism” | by Sofia Kioroglou

Chained to a system of monergocapitalism any pleas for disentanglement would don me the regalia of a regressive Subsumed under the economic will everything must be ground down enslaved to the plasma screen TV the human mind leveraged for profit maximization   Human existence must stop being a drag on a system where ethics are…

Two poems | by Ken Allan Dronsfield

​Earth Cries; Heaven Smiles White rose petals gently fall floating down to bare ground lilacs open inhaling the sun essence of both waft above. ladybugs dancing leaf to leaf dragonflies sit alert on a post robins skip on fresh cut lawns old cats nap in sunlit windows granddads reflect in old chairs kids laugh playing…

Three poems | by Sanjeev Sethi

Strife During initiation an unwritten contract is formed. A wordless mise penned to fine print. When blue- print is betrayed ruptures appear. More serious the  transgression more rooted the rent. There is no  testimony or tribunal. Those with injured feelings  respond: bluster of terraqueous beings. Living Let me lie. Turds of  truth have vexed me. …

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: DAPO OLORUNYOMI NATIONAL ESSAY COMPETITION (DONEC) 2017

The Dapo Olorunyomi National Essay Competition is an initiative flagged by the Department of Communication and Language Arts, University of Ibadan. Displaying exemplary hard work and integrity, Dapo Olorunyomi, a seasoned journalist, has been actively involved in the fight against the menace of questionable activities in governance and domineering leadership. Thus, in honor of his…

CALL FOR ENTRIES: PIN ANNUAL FOOD POETRY CONTEST (PFPC) 2017

For ages, feeding the mouth and the mind has ensured the sustenance of mankind, making food and arts complementarily indispensable. Accordingly, Poets in Nigeria (PIN) calls for submissions of food-related poems for the 4th edition of the PIN Annual Food Poetry Contest (initiated in 2013 as Eriata Annual Food Poetry Contest). PRIZES 1st Prize –…