blooming into the night sky
This month, we offer detoxification, the subtle art of forgetting, mood swings, darkness, and how love becomes a part of it.
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Teaching my reflection the subtle Art of Forgetting
Let’s talk through my mirror, what it has to do with
unremembering. The magnolias sprouting in my throat
turn my breath to rosewater, painting my speech with
lavender. An admixture of colors. Same glass. God knows
how much my lungs are saturated with the carbon monoxide
of my past. Uncultured species of oiled apostrophes, crawling
near, to mount arrhythmia. Leaving me; to scurry into the
twinkling of starlight. In another universe, I begin to teach
the man in the mirror how to bleach his past. The labyrinthine
politics in my head leaves me befuddled, so i take a pause to
decipher. To string a song out of stutter.
In the knowledge of a prism, I view recovery;
a deflected ray still harboring shards of realities.
In another universe, I curtain my heart with the warmth
of the morning sun. Tell it to photosynthesize happiness
even without chlorophyll resting in my bones. God knows
what occupies my lungs but I’m learning the
process of detoxification, too.
I still teach my reflection the subtle art of forgetting
& the benefits of wearing a smile even backward.
Joshua Effiong [He] is a Nigerian writer and a lover of literature. His works has appeared in Eboquills, Kalahari Review & Shallow Tales Review. He is an author of a poetry chapbook Autopsy of Things Left Unnamed. When he is not writing, he is reading, watching movies and listening to music. An undergraduate of Science Laboratory Technology. He lives in Calabar, Cross River State, Nigeria. And here he writes from. You can find him on Instagram @josh.effiong and twitter @JoshEffiong.
Spiraling pebbles in the path.
superglue in my lungs-swing
a multitude of tongues-swing
captured wind in jars;
cloudly, lightless suns- swing
euphoria inducing debt;
delirious for weed crumbs-swing
a shower left dry for days;
an unclean bed that shuns-swing
scabs that never heal;
devouring my own thumbs- swing.
Hannah Rousselot (she/her) has published two long works, Fragments of You (Kelsay Press) and Ocean Currents (Finishing Line Press). She also reviews other poet’s books on hannahrousselot.com and is the host of Poetry Aloud. You can follow her work on facebook.com/hmrpoetry, @hannahrousselot, or hannahrousselot.com.
A splash, a splatter, a rushing tumble.
Something About Grief
/in the cool of the day, God came down as
sound, and walked through the garden. is it
nudity when there’s something to hide, or
nudity if there’s nothing to see? when all i
see is darkness, love becomes part of it. i
will not remember that you once loved me.
dust, has both life and death in it. what is
dust made from? no, that is not the
question. the question is: what are we made
of, if not dust? yet we are quick to wipe it
off our shoes when it comes to become one
with us. is that not death calling on us
when dust comes to rest on our shoes? the
body cannot reject air. the soul does not
love. who said so? that loving is more of
the body than of the soul? love is spiritual.
it is of the soul. what will be will be. i want
to accept my being dust but not today. no
matter how i delay the inevitable. one day,
it will come. one day i will love. one day,
unnoticed by me, i will work things out
with death. we both will move mountains
Precious Uwen resides in Calabar. He is a student of History and International Studies, University of Calabar – Nigeria. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in numerous places, including: Eboquills, Kahalari Review, DoteofFlane, Fiction Niche, Okadabooks (an anthology titled, Christmas and Candlelight), Aceworld Publishers, Paper Crane Journal, Brittle Paper and elsewhere. He recently emerged 1st runner up in the just concluded Essay Writing Scholarship Competition, 2021 organized by the Executive President, Faculty of Art and Students’ Association, University of Calabar Chapter (FASA – UCC).
“I’ve been making photographs for more than 20 years. I have shot commissioned portraits, events, episodic video stills, interior design, architecture, and botanical rarities for scientific texts. This in addition to my own personal everyday wonder at the glory and misery that is our existence. I am compelled to photograph what catches my eye and my attention. Design, history, and intent inform my pictures to capture an instant of eloquence in balance, form, depth, and color. To look and to see.”