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Body Parts | By Kechi Nomu | Poetry

These Are No Tombs

In the ruins, I never account for the missing body parts. Never turn a body over. To do this is to count the dreams on a face.   I always speak about the forms of darkness I carry into these rooms. I want to tell you always why a carnage of blood is the measurement […]

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Brunel International Poetry Prize Unveils 2017 Shortlist of Ten

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Ten poets have been named on the 2017 shortlist of Brunel University’s International African Poetry Prize. The announcement was made in a statement published on the official website of the prize. The £3,000 prize, co-sponsored by Commonwealth Writers, is in its fifth year and is “aimed at the development, celebration and promotion of poetry from Africa.” […]

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Seven Letters to a Poet From Another Time | by Kechi Nomu | A Poem

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I Art will not survive in a house like this… II A dictator sits on a terrace chair and considers the years; he lets the soothing Shabaz wash over him and the forgiveness of wine III A poet awakens from the third reverie and puts Cohen’s Tower of Songs on repeat IV And thinks of […]

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African Writing on Solitude | Saraba’s Latest Issue is Available for Download

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The weekend is almost here and we know you’re looking for something to read. Saraba Magazine has a new collection of prose and poetry worth checking out. It’s fresh of the press, so feel free to relish in the thought you that are one of the first set of readers. Download the collection HERE. It’s free! […]

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Urban Mornings for People Who Have Nowhere to Go | by Kechi Nomu | A Poem

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On a morning in June after it has rained all night, it is easier to hear everything: distant and repeated hammerings, birdsong,  a ticking clock with the insisting seconds, the urgency of lizards on a roof, the road. If you held the tilt of the glass in your hand, one third full like a fluid […]

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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The 2017 Writivism Short Story Prize Goes to Nigeria’s Munachim Amah

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The Writivism Short Story Prize has gone to Nigeria’s Munachim Amah. He won for his short story, “Stolen Pieces.” He will […]

First Photos from the 2017 Writivism Festival

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The 2017 Writivism Festival just wrapped up in Kampala. It was held from 17 to 20 August. An initiative of […]

The Fall of the Gods | Chapter 1: ọ̀kan | Anthony Azekwoh | #TFOG

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  Ẹni tó ńbẹ̀rù àti ṣubú, àti dìde á nira fún un. Whoever is scared of falling, would find it […]

Wana Udobang’s Sophomore Poetry Album is a Sonic Book of Memories

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Wana Udobang, popularly known as WanaWana, is no stranger to the Brittle Paper community. We’ve read her poetry, enjoyed her […]

Opportunity for African Writers | Submit to The Bare Life Review

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The Bare Life Review is a biannual literary journal that gives publishing opportunity exclusively to immigrant and refugee authors. They are […]

I Hear a Few More Things When Bob Dylan Says ‘a Hard Rain’s a-gonna Fall’ | Chisom Okafor | Poetry

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My father plays a song aloud on Sundays, that begins with ‘Where’ve you been my blue-eyed girl?’ We scream on […]