Volume 6 • Issue 1 • May 2009

Charmie Snetter

All my skin folk ain’t all my kin folk… “I was born in Liberia twenty-three years ago and have

Peter Cole

Stay Alive

Momo Sheriff

Kendeja/ You stand ruined/ By people who, yes who/ Profess to be yours./ Your identity has

M. Woryonwon Roberts

The festering sun/ Drinks the ditch of water,/ Hardens the red mud. / The smart city mouse,/

Alexander Queh

O . . . life . . . O . . . life, the cheeks of the unknowns are wet and saturated with tears./

Emmanuel Morgan

Strange fires burn the Land/ Strange voices fill the air/ And strange songs are sung/

Saah Millimono

I have worked my bones to breaking point/ And have grown a hunchback;/ And have earned

Miatta Kawinzi

they call it history, what you wrote that day, /but yours was not a history

Monica Horton-Knuckles

Long before the sun, Outside Child will rise,/ fold her mat, tie her lappa / and wipe the sleep

Musue Haddad

The Corrupter, official, imperial, stately, ordinary /Sleek, persuasive, appealing; the fatal

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