“I have no memory of it. / Only the ghost of it... // They say they see it / in the way I stand... // And so I walk past the hut / and each step is a hush, / a benediction almost.”

Seyram Klu De-Souza

“Caulk the windows with a mixture / of ground oyster shells / and your grandmother’s wedding ring. / The sea respects sacrifice“

Alhassan Mohammed

“I remember a girl who is / a window, yet always returns / to herself with the wrong keys“

Richeal Barnes

“being a citizen / in a one-man country narrows the / way you breathe.“

K. Asare-Bediako

“Somewhere a mother and son do not know whose tears wash down their cheeks / Their embrace is tight and I think of umbilical cords”

Henrietta Enam Quarshie

“But no small hunger can constitute the eating of naked birds / dead wings on plates like butter on ceiling.”

Brian Gyamfi

“The sidewalks of my body own their gods; they speak to me in many ways.“

Gabriel Awuah Mainoo