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    When we invited writers for this Issue, submissions of any theme or genre were welcomed, but especially so for works that explore the concept of journeys through the lenses of travels and tours―what it means to travel, to seek out new places. To write a story or a poem or an essay, writes Garth Greenwell, is to make a claim about what we find beautiful, about what moves us, to reveal a vision of the world, which the writers in this Issue have done with their work.

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  • I’m pleased to say that it felt like home journeying to the birth of this book. Of course home is where the “art” is. This chapbook contains 20 poems scribed from the very core of my heart.

    “Dancing With The Tides” sends a message or talks about the need to being in equilibrium with the happenings in the world and not to be too attached to one specifically.

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    Abebi

    Cries of a baby
    Tears of Iya Abebi
    Evil some people call life
    Isn’t it darkness that brought her to life?

    At birth she takes a sweet full
    Colostrum it is called
    Nigeria, I call Abebi
    Iya, I call her forefathers

    Abebi did not grow like others
    When a father drinks the milk,
    of the child
    Doesn’t the child’s belly get bigger?

    Abebi did not take in
    Enough milk while growing,
    even though, filled with milk and honey
    Abebi is now weaned on garri

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Butterfly had a boner

The world as I saw it was but a blur, till then like crystals I started to see filth for filth. Ten years ago I had just seen my first beard, it was while I woke erect and perplexed. Erect because biology said at that age my body would start to respond to cold and...

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Dead Nights

Regan knew he was not dreaming, he was dead. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes and getting stabbed in his dream. Somehow he knew when he was no longer in the dream. He looked back and the only thing he saw was his lifeless body just lying there...

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Reforming Chivalry

I have always wanted to write about chivalry and its reform but for some reason, I kept putting it off until I recently met a buddy of mine who strongly believes that patriarchy and chivalry are indivisible bedfellows. In his words he said, only twenty percent of...

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There was Nothing

“I'll show you where he is. Follow me please,” the nurse said as she walked down the hallway with me following by her side. She looked at me and gave me a small smile, and I answered with a half smile of my own. It was pretty obvious in her eyes, even if she was...

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