Taps | by DC Diamondopolous

Peter crouched in front of the attic window and gazed down on old man Mueller’s cornfield. The plow, unhitched beyond the stalks, turned north like he meant to continue but got interrupted. Peter looked toward the barn, no sign of Mueller’s horse and buggy. The Amish and Mennonite neighbors, with their peculiar ways kept to…

Meditation | by Mare Leonard 

Can’t let go  can’t say noticingmoveon   I focus on a photo Blocks of red yellow blue   In center a bold cobalt spot Nothing that designed   Not a kid’s Lego tower Set into  grooves   A makeshift avocado shed Open thousands of green   Spheres swarm like locusts Around my head  like the…

The Home I Miss | Olamide Tejuoso 

As dry logs blaze to ashes, three years have scurried away into thin air, leaving my final year skinny and naked before concerned eyes. Yet, that feeling of father’s hug while I was a freshman still stood grounded in my memories. Many would say I should have grown out of this. But what would an…

Three poems | by JD DeHart

​Seamonsters My thoughts were seafoam green, full of scales, in my wading childhood.   The rivers fed into larger seas of mystery, devoid of fear.   The world was simple, I was brave, fish flying away front steps,   walking as if trudging on seamonsters in the not-so-deep. Rejected Poem Dear sweet poem, I birthed…

​Day Before a Snowstorm | by Georg Koszulinski 

Needing firewood for the fireplace and not having the money to shell out for it, I drove ten minutes from my house out onto the country roads at the edge of the county. The first side road I came to, I think it was called ‘farm road’ looked good and I made a right. There…

The Bell Tower (Episode 2) | by DC Diamondopolous

​ “Everyone knows. It’s on Facebook.” Akeesha whimpered.” My girlfriend broke with me.”       Reverend Penniman made his way around the side of the bell tower feeling the tug of the harness. He looked up at the teenager.        Her hoodie covered all but the bill of her ball cap. She…

The Bell Tower (Episode 1)| by DC Diamondopolous

Reverend Langston Penniman sat on the edge of his bed, stretching his black fingers. Everything had either twisted up on him or shrunk except his stomach. Once six-foot-five, he now plunged to six two, still tall, but not the imposing dignitary he once was standing behind the lectern in front of his congregation.     …

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2018

Consequent on a press briefing at Virgin Rose Resorts Lagos, on the 15th of January, 2018, Poets In Nigeria (PIN), unveiled the website for submissions for the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize 2018. While the event was attended by PIN’s Board of Trustees in Persons of Sir Eriata Oribhabor (President PIN), Kolade OLanrewaju Freedom (Executive Secretary…

Our love in letters | Olamide Tejuoso 

“He smiled at me…” I blurted out in front of my friends during break time. My excitement that day cannot be exchanged for a plate of fried chicken after my crush, Tobi, allowed me a glimpse of his white teeth. Believe me,  I couldn’t tell what fell over me but I knew I was in…

Now that the year is over again | Olamide Tejuoso 

Most times, after the “all-happy” yuletide celebrations, I feel less excitement for the horrors of cleaning that follows. As the first child and second female of a family of seven, I have so been honoured with the title of Miss. Sparkling of the year . Well, naturally I don’t like the sights of dirt or…

Three poems | by Rajnish Mishra

Poetry speaks best Let’s talk about dissection in poetry. The form is easy to dissect, fix and copy. Fixed on dissection trays with pins, or kept in formaldehyde filled jars for future dissections, it’s dead. Heart does not beat in there; blood does not run in those veins. That’s not the poetry I talk about….

​”Be careful with the gun you pull” | by Sofia Kioroglou

Forgive yourself and each other Spew hate and watch it slap you in the face Be careful with the gun you pull the finger on the trigger may be your own- but the target might be yourself Sofia Kioroglou is a missionary, a pilgrim and a wife who happens to write poetry and flash fiction…

Two poems | by Pat Ashinze

Babylonia Echoes of nostalgia Memories of sweeter yesteryears Scenery of lustrously groovy nights; All gone, all done for Like wind dispersing chaff   Apparitions of regret Specters of repugnant guilt Climb like crag panthers upon our wasted shoulders; Shoulders that once tore feral beasts apart Shoulders that once gave warmth to keen dames Shoulders that…

CR7 Wins Record-Equalling 5th Ballon d’Or

Cristiano Ronaldo has won the fifth Ballon d’Or of his career, equalling his arch-rival Lionel Messi’s record after a phenomenal season that saw him lead Real Madrid to the Champions League and the LaLiga title. The 32-year-old, who is the all-time record goalscorer in the Champions League, was presented with the award, which recognises the…