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24 May 20225 April 2023 Laura SoteloIn Issue 8: Komesho

Salsa Capital of The World An auralgraph from Cali, Colombia.

“I want to dance but I am by myself at the bar and it still feels a little weird: I just got divorced. Somehow I feel freer and lighter than I have in years.” — Auralgraph from Cali, Colombia by Laura Sotelo.

24 May 202224 May 2022 A. K. HermanIn Issue 8: Komesho

Drink Her Dew All she actions flow into one another, like river into sea. You could never know how deep she was. This was the real reason I did love she.

“All she actions flow into one another, like river into sea. You could never know how deep she was. This was the real reason I did love she.” — Drink Her Dew by A. K. Herman.

24 May 202225 May 2022 Nina Van ZylIn Issue 8: Komesho

Motherhood I did not like being pregnant.

“I did not like being pregnant.” — Motherhood by Nina Van Zyl.

24 May 2022 Tjizembua TjikuzuIn Issue 8: Komesho

Prince Of Rain You always did come, uninvited, gliding across the sands.

“You always did come, uninvited, gliding across the sands.” — Prince Of Rain by Tjizembua Tjikuzu.

24 May 2022 Tjizembua TjikuzuIn Issue 8: Komesho

Praise Song For Kangozu Tonight I will be the thief of time.

“Tonight I will be the thief of time.” — Praise Song For Kangozu by Tjizembua Tjikuzu.

24 May 2022 Tjizembua TjikuzuIn Issue 8: Komesho

Ode To My Childhood Dog I have made the mistake again, wishing you into existence.

“I have made the mistake again, wishing you into existence.” — Ode To My Childhood Dog by Tjizembua Tjikuzu.

24 May 2022 Vivian Tjijandjeua OjoIn Issue 8: Komesho

Soil Dances of Kaokoland, Badagry, and Amhara The rhythm becomes a trance that turns men into slaves.

“The rhythm becomes a trance that turns men into slaves.” — Soil Dances of Kaokoland, Badagry, and Amhara by Vivian Tjijandjeua Ojo.

24 May 2022 Vivian Tjijandjeua OjoIn Issue 8: Komesho

The Dust Was Here First The ground was not made for burials, it was made to speak.

“The ground was not made for burials, it was made to speak.” — The Dust Was Here First by Vivian Tjijandjeua Ojo.

24 May 202224 May 2022 Doek! Literary MagazineIn Issue 8: Komesho

The Captive Boy And The Unwinged Biped Wings broken we collapse on warm basalt hearts pumping under iridescent blazing ocean scapulars.

“Wings broken we collapse on warm basalt hearts pumping under iridescent blazing ocean scapulars.” — The Captive Boy And The Unwinged Biped by Gitan Djeli.

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