Sickle cell By Michael Ace

How do you start a poem with yellow eyes, and a mouth torn apart in screams?…

Christmas morning and the toddler is loose By Jeanette Willert

In a far corner, the washing machine sloshes our dirty clothes. A mound of onesies and…

SITTING ON SOMETHING By BILL YARROW

I. My father’s best friend had a son my age. He longed for us to be…

ISSUE 02: Fragmented Palettes

Greetings,Today, we present Issue 02 of Libretto’s Art Magazine, with impressive works from different authors from…

FOR BOYS WHO ARE TO COME By JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT

The day you looked into the eyes of your mother, you saw your father in them…

Homecoming by Yetunde Morenikeji

In my house, there are no hanging portraits to remind us of happy memories except the…

Two Poems by Nnadi Samuel

Canvas of Death Before she epitaphed silence on the gravestones of our tongue// with phlegms of…

Press Release: Long Before Dawn by Nnaemeka Nwankwo Okere

With uncertainties lurking around Africa on the destination and destinies of the black man, considering his…

Africa, a Country or Continent

Africa as ancient as Athens Bossed by British behind birth Britain backed blacks behind their backs…

An Exclusive Interview with Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a Nigerian food nutritionist from the uphill area of Oke Agbo in…