forgive me for the parts of you i’m yet to kiss by Ifeanyi Ogbo
"i used to think there was only one part of / the body meant for kisses, / but on your body I discovered a thousand places."
What We Agreed to Call “Snow” in Yorùbá by I.S. Jones
"Snow is a landscape of loneliness. // It returns to Earth if only to be touched a little longer."