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# Obindo Magazine

Where Stories Find Home.

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- [Conversation with O-Jeremiah Agbaakin](https://obindomag.com/conversation-with-o-jeremiah-agbaakin/) - Obindo: Thank you, O-Jeremiah, for taking the time to chat with me. You trained in law at the University of Ibadan before doing an MFA. Have any skills, perspectives, or ways of arguing from your legal education shown up unexpectedly in your poems? O-Jeremiah Agbaakin: In the past, I have been quick to say
- [Issue Two - Rebirth](https://obindomag.com/issue-two/) - Rebirth Issue
- [Issue One - Home](https://obindomag.com/issue-1/) - Obindo_Home_Issue 1
- [Where the Grandsons were Gathering | Jonathan Hiestand](https://obindomag.com/where-the-grandsons-were-gathering-jonathan-hiestand/) - In front of my aunt’s house, I kneeled next to my crying grandfather and placed my hand on top of his. He was sitting on a lawn chair, his cane resting on his knee. Behind us was the yellow moving truck my father had rented. It was towing my stepmom’s red 1995 Pontiac Firebird. Bev,
- ["Melancholy" and "Catchers"](https://obindomag.com/melancholy-and-catchers/) - . At present time Kateryna Bortsova is a painter – graphic artist with BFA in graphic artsand MFA. Works of Kateryna took part in many international exhibitions (Taiwan, Berlin,Munich, Spain, Italy, USA etc.). Also she win silver medal in the category “realism” inparticipation in “Factory of visual art”, New York,
- [IN CEMENTO VERITAS](https://obindomag.com/in-cemento-veritas/) - Mario Loprete is an Italian artist who has distinguished himself in the contemporary art scene through innovative use of materials and a unique vision of urban art. His work lies at the crossroads of painting and sculpture, exploring themes of memory, identity, and urban transformation. Loprete uses raw materials like cement and plaster to
- [Two Poems | Abby Taggart](https://obindomag.com/two-poems/) - Automaton Naturalis Microplastics tiling my arteries: I put them there. Snuck inside of bites of reheated pasta & sips of my daily Starbucks sludge the petroleum slides down my gullet like so much cheese powder. & I’ll do it again. I’ll chew candy wrappers like bubble gum & crunch clear containers pick it from
- [Wings of Silence | Alice Baburek](https://obindomag.com/wings-of-silence-alice-baburek/) - The old woman’s fingers curled around the faded photograph. She had broken the wood-grained frame just a few days earlier. Her cloudy eyes blurred with tears. It seemed like just yesterday when she had climbed into the airplane and taken flight high above the clouds, where the blue sky reached out and touched the
- [Wrath: The 6th Deadly Sin | E.P. Lande](https://obindomag.com/wrath-the-6th-deadly-sin/) - John invited me to visit him at his cottage on the Maine coast. We hadn’t seen one another in over 70 years, since we spent summers together at Camp Wannatoo in Maine, nor had we spoken over the years. As my wife died several years ago and I was retired, I had the time, and
- [The odd remaining bones of love](https://obindomag.com/the-odd-remaining-bones-of-love/) - After decades of teaching writing and literature, Dave Sims now makes art and music in the mountains of central Pennsylvania. His paintings, comix, stories and poems appear in nearly a hundred tangible and digital exhibits and publications including Sunspot Literature, Hole in the Head Review, and The Closed Eye Open. He and
- [String Bean Band](https://obindomag.com/string-bean-band/) - April 2024 - Ink and Pen on Watercolor Paper Hanna Marie Dean Wright is a self-taught folk artist born on April 15, 1993, in Barbourville, Kentucky. Growing up in a rural environment, she was heavily influenced by her upbringing and her experiences as a special education teacher. Her personal journey includes dealing with
- [Apricity | Jude Brigley](https://obindomag.com/apricity-jude-brigley/) - Apricity Despite the sun setting the powder of snow to sparkling dust, and the warmth on my cheek - half muffler, half sunlight, the ice has not melted on the woodland path although my toes in the pink boots no longer feel frozen as the weather turns and the rabbits’ footprints skirt the lawn
- [Learning to Live After Aspirations Wither: A Review of Esther Okonkwo's The Tiny Things Are Heavier | Chideraa Ike-Akaenyi](https://obindomag.com/learning-to-live-after-aspirations-wither-a-review-of-esther-okonkwos-the-tiny-things-are-heavier-by-esther-ifesinachi-okonkwo/) - Learning to Live After Aspirations Wither Chideraa Ike-Aakaenyi
- [Rugby and Argyle | Ben Nardolilli](https://obindomag.com/rugby-and-argyle/) - Rugby and Argyle Gleaming out on the streets, Cars honk, How can I help it? This soul absorbs moonlight and sunlight With a smidge of Venus' glare So I am an appliance, A machine, A device, Though far from a simple work, In me are fields Where words can find their meanings Making
- [Two Poems | Frances Boyle](https://obindomag.com/two-poems-frances-boyle/) - Micro-fragments It’s Earth Day and my daughter is reading up on oceans. She wants to quiz me about the floating plastic continent, but I know little more than she does. She scrolls to pictures of gummy squirrels and dumbo octopuses found in the abyssalpelagic zone – she stumbles over the word – the coldest
- [A Throng That Won’t Thaw | Anna Zgambo](https://obindomag.com/a-throng-that-wont-thaw-anna-zgambo/) - A Throng That Won’t Thaw Normal means freezing Like an ice block When you knock on the car. My husband turns into an icicle, Traffic lights bleed torment. Your knuckle gnaws the window— Our children crystallize In the freezer of the Sienna. Honking for green, I am normality Hardening under a
- [Dinner Time | Priyadarshini Gogoi](https://obindomag.com/dinner-time-priyadarshini-gogoi/) - The first knock comes at 10:40 in the night. We don’t have a peephole, so I call through the door. “Yes? Kaun hai?” A young man’s voice replies, “I want to talk to madam.” “Do you have a name for who you want?” A pause and then an oily whisper: “You ordered from Shagun’s Chinese
- [Elm | Hallie Fogarty](https://obindomag.com/elm-hallie-fogarty/) - Elm A bee’s wings mesmerize, I memorize the outdoors as best I can—not very well at all. I don’t have a green thumb, a green anything. Even though the beautiful and strange make the pain more unbearable, I am one of the lucky ones: I no longer want to die.
- [To Kayak and Other Poems | Frances Ogamba](https://obindomag.com/to-kayak-and-other-poems-frances-ogamba/) - To Kayak wade into the ebbed tides poised on a kayak’s open womb clutch the paddle torso rotation to the right, to the left
- [On Following the Playbook | Xavier Prince](https://obindomag.com/on-following-the-playbook-xavier-prince/) - On Following the Playbook When you go to a party, always know multiple people there. That way, when you inevitably fall out of sync, there’s always another rhythm to tap into. You have to be big. If you’re not larger than life, then people will look down on you. The previous line refers to
- [I’d Be Anyone | Kayla Belser](https://obindomag.com/id-be-anyone/) - I once had sisters. And I like to think if they would have stuck around, I would have too. They would have shown me how to shave and put in a tampon. They would have laughed with me on our hard couch while watching rom coms. They would have introduced me to makeup the
- [Resurfacing | Sophia Judge](https://obindomag.com/resurfacing/) - RESURFACING the memories are misbehaving jostling and rearranging hiding behind corrupted copies of themselves throwing their pages across a cluttered desk surfacing wildly and without compassion— tearless heaving in the chapel rectory, plywood flooring, tired paddling down the Erie Canal, written confessions, a brown suede jacket, the rabbit that launches itself at a screen glass
- [Something Other Than This | Adefemi Fagite](https://obindomag.com/something-other-than-this/) - People say that ghosts do not exist. I had always been one of those who waved off such stories as the crazy imagination of those who maybe were suffering from malaria or boredom. That is, of course, until the day that it happened to me. I had decided to go to the mall that morning
- [Two Poems | Jeremy Daugherty](https://obindomag.com/two-poems-jeremy-daugherty/) - Thistle Grip because my mother couldn’t hold on i learned to grasp too tight. in each relationship, she would slander the other, accuse him of stepping out behind her back. lamps would dent the trailer walls. brown bottle shards in bare feet. forcing my father to sleep in the car. i’m sure it
- [Two Poems | Bella Gross](https://obindomag.com/two-poems-bella-gross/) - Deuteranopia for VERNON What comes to mind when thinking of you: chestnuts and quartz, red rectangle sunglasses, tearing thin plastic. Snow on pine boughs, hooded sweatshirts, army green, Nickelodeon orange. Pinky ring on your right hand, your right hand. What’s life without devotion? Never at your feet— but I offer you, darling my gentlest words:
- [Close to Perfect | Matt Farley](https://obindomag.com/close-to-perfect-matt-farley/) - Close to perfect Sometimes the universe gives you a married man who kisses every inch of your body. When we lay side by side I think about how I tried to stop loving you. I didn’t know a heart could contain love for more than one person. Oh, how I tried to stop loving you.
- [Three Poems | Cody Tieman](https://obindomag.com/322-2/) - The Church Believed We’d be Married by Now I remember him by the dolphin tattoo on his shin teen missionary turned water lizard if he just kept running he wouldn’t sink horrible handshake, harsh grip what secrets did he carry in closed fists what clawed in his throat prayed to die troubled

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- [Submissions](https://obindomag.com/submissions/) - Our literary magazine publishes themed quarterly issues, with submissions opening during specific calls. In addition to our regular issues, we showcase a Featured Writing piece that highlights exceptional work.Each week, our Editor’s Pick shines a spotlight on a captivating piece, offering readers fresh and engaging perspectives. What we are looking for Issue Submissions (Closed) We
- [Contact Us](https://obindomag.com/contact-us/) - Your name Your email Subject Your message (optional) We would love to hear from you! For Submission enquiries, write to: adefagite@obindomag.com (poetry), maeujumadu@obindomag (fiction), halfogarth@obindomag.com (arts and photography). For feedback, letters and questions, write to: editor@obindomag.com
- [About Us](https://obindomag.com/about-us/) - About Us Welcome to Obindo Magazine, where stories find a home. As our name suggests, we are a resting place for stories from far and wide. Our mission is to preserve and celebrate the richness of human experiences, creating a space where the present, past, and future converge.We celebrate writing that resonates deeply—whether it stirs

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