Issue VII (Untitled) By Morgan Stoermer My dog follows me to the bathroom. And you know what? It’s one of my favorite things. He will get up from his comfy spot on the couch, wander down the hall, and lay down on the bathmat, just to be close to me. To have
Poetry-Issue-seven Smoke By Dina Mistry Summer and winter touch my lips like leaves vanishing out of sight. They don’t stay the way I want them to be. The leaves dance with the wind, sing with the birds and I stand there, knowing it will all leave me too. My beloved both
Poetry-Issue-seven Calmer Waves By Reebie Flowers It's safe to say, “ the calmer one's spirit is, the safer one feels.” Isn't it brave to believe the severity of the importance of nervous regulation? In the state of longevity, if terms are lived day by day. How can one
Poetry-Issue-seven Yvonne is back By Josiane Kouagheu March 26, 2026. Cité de Billes. Douala. Cameroon. Yvonne is back with tenor voice at the peak of the border. and when her apron stifles, she water her threats with the shadows of the sun. Yvonne is back. not the penitence. not the sentence. not the silence.
Poetry-Issue-seven My brother, my torturer (xxxxxviii) By Josiane Kouagheu March 27, 2026. Cité de Billes. Douala. Cameroon. if my wall had ears, they wouldn’t have been in my face, waving like crazy idols. they would have been my guardians against the sleeping guitars, the toxic angels & rebels of my brother. if only the nights
Poetry-Issue-seven The melting pot of destruction By Josiane Kouagheu The melting pot of destruction (iv ) March 27, 2026. Cité de Billes. Douala. Cameroon. the darkness. like doorbells’ ears. they clothe the eyes of my photos and the loads of Mes videos. and they slow down like empty bottles. when they are hot, i cannot back up
