Open Issue

Never not left unwritten

by Onyeka C. Arah

Sometimes late, but always a letter

Better to write than be left unremembered

Never no words in press or prose

We Finally Made it to Mars

And We Made a “Transcendent Discovery”

There’s a monster on the loose.

Trump Continually Reveals Himself as Morally Bankrupt, and the US has…

… and an investigation is underway

by: Onyeka C. Arah

I pray I don’t outlive my son,

If I’m blessed enough to have one

I’m just fifteen, so no son yet

We Don’t Cry Pretty

White tears must fall in perfect droplets. They’re such a spectacle, a sight to behold and bow down at the sight of. So-called Blind Justice, or at least America’s twisted version of it, is a proud slave to the pesky moths that are the white man’s fluttering eyelids. We always talk about this…

What Woke Feels Like

My left leg shook violently as I waited for it to be over. Anger and disbelief swirled around in my cheeks and my chest, and the blood within them reached its boiling point. The ever-present pounding in my ears grew more audible; the drummer in my chest had upped the tempo and exchanged his…