by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 31, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Addressing Sylvia Plath’s Fan Club You will need four hundred items in the stew of her: cumin, lemon, colocynth, bitter apple, lime, broccoli to get the aftertaste she would want in your memory. Mix half the ingredients, the dry, dyed ingredients,...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 30, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Sonnet for My Fat Took my pain, buried it in buttercream. Unboxed, licked off the top, Masticated each grain into saline, let my bloodstream drip-feed membranes their acid-fat. In bed, I dream of fingers probing pleats of grief tissue. They peel back the...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 29, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Mymona is a Bengali-British writer and teacher based in Newcastle upon Tyne. Her writing has been featured in the Ilkley Literature Festival and longlisted for the Butchers’ Dog. She’s a core member of the collective Brown Girls Write and...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 26, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Let that love show When all is quiet save for the silky rustling of an autumn breeze let that love show. When your patience is darkness-dappled and as weary as an exhausted scholar let that love show. When you’re disappointed to learn that trestle...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 25, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Red Kite Mrs. Hooping helped with my coursework since Mr. Smith lived on pizza boxes. Found rocking a dead pigeon on the cardboard, now he’s back at his mum’s, auditioning to be a postman. Witnessed a Red Kite in my underwear drawer from our...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | May 24, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
I want to wake up like they do in films no puffy eyes that blink to find the dawn foreclosed again behind those wretched blinds you bought but sunlight streaming in through impractically curtainless windows; my skin, made-up in golden...
