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Bright Aboagye – Invocation of the dead parents
Ama Atta—
you cling to my throat, adhesive-like glue
despising the name Mama when i’m lost; can’t trace my backgrounds
Summoning valor, you faced the Ghanaian— an Ewe, who polished your face blue and he, with
all might, reduced you to dust
you dwell in the marshlands where seeds sprawl across your skeletons
Kwadwo Appiah—
millennia upon millennia
your hands imprint on Ama Atta
She departed, drawing you with her, perhaps, in her icy grasp, seeking retribution. Seated in her
oracle; you bear witness to the joy you absorbed from her tears —a union of your departure.
Influenced by Aja Monet & Akwaeke Emezi, Bright Aboagye is a Ghanaian who dreams of becoming a surrealist blues poet, writer and – with a passion for cooking – aspires to open a restaurant. Bright hopes more opportunities are available for him. You can find him on: Medium: https://medium.com/@briswift34, Blog: http://tayyashh1912.blogspot.com/ and Twitter: NKAsante2
Photograph: The Well by Zoe Davis
Zoe Davis is a writer and artist from Sheffield, England. A quality engineer in advanced manufacturing by day, she spends her evenings and weekends writing poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane, with a deeply personal edge to her work. You can find her words in publications such as: Strix, Ink Sweat & Tears, Dust, Full House Literary, Stone Circle and Broken Antler. You can also follow her on X @MeanerHarker where she's always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.
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