Speak OUT! Issue 4

Later, I hear feathers rustle inside  as annapakshis stomp along the border,  protesting in endless circles.  -- ‘Birds at the…

I have to start this piece with an event I want to forget the most. Whenever I discuss or write…

Do you see them? The fifth gate of grief is…‘ancestral grief’                  …

1. Don't Worry About a Thing Today begins with anticipation and reggae. Seven am. The last time I was up…

Shaheda holds the bag close to her chest to stop the shivers, folding her hands tightly around it. It is…

Like a Candlelight Struggling Against a Soft Breeze The name of the shop is Yori Yori Beauty Palace. I often…

Imbambazi Stashed in our wet residual memory, Mother walks with fast legs, Like mother hen on sighting an eagle up…

Rumah ibu   No home without the heart of the woman, the quivering keepsake of meat. Bury it beneath  …

We run free (For Ahmaud)   We run free inside ourselves Where the tread is sure and terrain is familiar In…