Fantasy magazine

From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism

The Road


the road lies before me—
a dark promise, a yellow

remembering—the bowl
is empty, the bowl is full—

I do not know what to do
with my hands anymore.


the crows collect around
the rib of the lamb, they

peck at the dusk of its
belly, shred the morning

of its body, undo its
eyes of rubble—where

do I begin to rearrange
my life—where light limps?


hello, Mother, hello
Small Mother, hello

brother spinning
in the pure light

of before dawn, hello
brother making a hymn

out of twigs—dream
opening itself up to

purple light—hello
magic of golden cowries—

Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí

Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí. Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí’s hair is partly tinted gold, he stands before a mural in his house, the room is lit by white lights. He is in a shirt patterned with flowers, and is holding a not visible copy of Jamel Brinkley’s “A Lucky Man.” He feels beautiful.

Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí writes from Nigeria. His work has recently appeared/ is forthcoming in The Kenyon Review, AGNI, Mooncalves: An Anthology of Weird Fiction, and elsewhere. His debut chapbook, A Pocket of Genesis (Variant Literature), appears in 2023. He is working toward a B.A. in History and International Studies at Lagos State University.