Moyo Olatosi Moyo Olatosi

A Soaking Ritual

“…to love this body / is to deem it worthy of patience / and endless grace no other earthly being could grant even if they tried.”

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Teninla Teninla

Plowed

“When can I rest my knuckles? / Where shall I grow my tender dreams?”

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Teninla Teninla

Vigor

“Just last year I cut the ends of my relaxed hair and let my thick fro grow wild / I licked the brown hues of joy’s elbows / I cried from laughter until snot graced my chin”

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Chandrama Deshmukh Chandrama Deshmukh

Unbecoming

“This disintegration is a calling / of sorts. Charmingly uncontrollable.”

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