by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 31, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
On My Evening Walk Down Walworth Rd For anyone considering going on T I’m ready for your future self to walk right up to me. I am certain that I will recognize you because I’ve been practicing! As night falls like a slow curtain onto...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 30, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
the feminine urge to murder a lover over breakfast because he talked over you at last night’s dinner party. swallowing remarks like dripping yolk, whilst he sips his tea brewed with love— and arsenic. the feminine urge to wash his whites with the red...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 29, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Trearddur Bay Everything was slate. Outside, the rain made barnacles of water on the wooden slats and waves jumped like giddy children onto the stones. Jellyfish loomed, a cove of beached moons. You stood in your room for hours a rock pool waiting...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 28, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Dad You reach the end of the garden path and open the gate. I wait at the door. You reach the vestibule with its mosaic tiled floor with a big hug for me. Daddy’s girl, always. Tea done, you fetch Glen’s lead and we climb the hill to the spread of...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 27, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Smile Your smile Woke something – Up. If you knew, You would hate me: Being, this, or that – One thing, or another, I’m not, But love, Mirrored in your smile, I felt it then. Sarah Nabarro lives in London with her husband and small...
