Review: ‘Brass Neck’ by Victoria Naa Takia Nunoo Publisher: RLFPA Editions Published: 01/26/2020 An Exercise in Rejecting Permission by Giving Permission In Victoria Naa Takia Nunoo’s debut Brass Neck, the body is at the center of a turf war between acceptance through exploration and repulsion through boundaries. Ilya Kaminsky who chose the collection as … Continue reading Review: ‘Brass Neck’ by Victoria Naa Takia Nunoo – Aha! Review
my body isn’t mine dawn and dusk it belongs to the restlessness the tomorrow never comes only the in betweens are mine to control my imperfections are mountains i am climbing myself rain is boring into my back water is filling me up i am too heavy the slippery stones give but the ground doesn’t … Continue reading Stagnant Water
i have a whole room to myself. yet, this is me crouching in one corner. square rooms are prison cells. they end everywhere. can you smell the loneliness on my tired clothes? sweat-drenched XXL Lacoste made bed. too made to be lain in. my mind is a gutter. all the waste gathers here. it is … Continue reading Rodent Parade
Sometime last August, I was contacted by a colleague writer to share my art process and the importance of the narrative with a group of students, as part of the Nkabom Literary Festival 2017. Knowing myself and how lowkey I am/try to be, the first word that came to mind was FLEE. The second word … Continue reading I’m learning to be lit at this writing distin
your first love’s tattooed on your heart and it burns, still burns like it was just yesterday they decided to be fire instead of water.
While you’re painting survival with your blood and tears, do not forget that this war you fight began with your permission and will end only when you decide that you have seen enough of your own blood being collected.
Have you not been gone so long that your footprints died with the waves that hit shore I wonder if you’ve caught any winds yet; the squalls you so blindly sailed after I wonder if life, at large, has taught you anything other than self and narcissism Someday you will remember who you left behind … Continue reading #WorldPoetryDay: A MAN AT SEA
Look at the fireflies They steal the night like an august memory not wanting to die And you, draw me into a morning without dreams?
I write about you Did I ever tell you I write about the things you never say but, I wish you did I write about you because there are questions I need to find answers to Many sentences left unpunctuated The gaps in your words The longness of your breath I write about our once … Continue reading A circus of all sorts
It is cold outside but inside is even colder the air is lonely and the winds quieter The earth doesn’t sing and the shadows stopped moving