A Question of Life - Daniel Flores y Ascencio

Death
ambushes at every corner
and at times
brute sentiment
and rage 
distend my heart 
like a stretch sock. 

Bags - Blerina Rogova Gaxha

and just like that
it was time to pack up and leave
to roll up my life
move it from the small apartment
into a larger one

Blazing sun - Batool Abu Akleen

I’m burning my fingers
they’re melting one after the other
slowly, as war passes slowly:

Seasons - Nametso Dorothy Phonchi

Sunshine, sunset
Coffees and milk shakes
Sneezing, weeping,
Candy flaws and sweet bananas,

Dawn in the Valley - Fily Dabo Sissoko

In the sun’s path
three tongues of fire
stripe the azure sky.

A Found Poem - Seamus Heaney

Like everybody else, I bowed my head
during the consecration of the bread and wine,
lifted my eyes to the raised host and raised chalice,
believed (whatever it means) that a change occurred.

Tell me - Véronique Tadjo

Tell me
The word of the Griot
Who sings Africa
From times immemorial

Cataclysm and Songs - Conceição Lima

Happy what's left of me after I'm gone
If only one of the songs sung
Lives beyond the person singing in me now.
Yet I would not save from the slaughter
A single one of the songs I sang and sing.

Wild Dogs Under My Skirt - Tusiata Avia

I want to tattoo my legs.
Not blue or green
but black.

Tomorrow is not guaranteed - Cecile Marie Martine

Tomorrow is not guaranteed...
Life is too precious
for throwing stones,
misunderstanding,
confusion,
misinterpretation
are human errors.