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Henrietta O.

I am Henrietta O. artist, poet, musician and language nerd from Lagos, Nigeria. I speak through poetry and move through music when words fall short. My debut poetry collection, What The Silence Gave Me, is out now. I hope you stay a little while:)

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Sep 30, 2026
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  1. Issue · Sep 30, 2026

    Under The Weeping Willow (opens the original)

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    <img alt="green leafed tree near body of water" class="sizing-normal" height="1092" src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1567909237179-e35dfeef481f?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrgb&fit=max&fm=jpg&ixid=M3wzMDAzMzh8MHwxfHNlYXJjaH

  2. Issue · Sep 26, 2026

    Fusione (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOrmai è finita la pioggia Il vento si è calmato Il bel tempo si annuncia senza dramma Non c’è più ponte tra passato e futuro Tra incertezza e incubo Ci sono io Sempre in piedi Mi ricordo la fusione Dentro di me Quel fuoco che mi riscaldava anima e cuore che non mi ha mai bruciato le mani Quando le luci si sono spente ENGLISH VERSION <label class="hide-text" con

  3. Issue · Sep 20, 2026

    What Adult Ballet Taught Me (opens the original)

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  4. Issue · Sep 17, 2026

    Breeze (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBecause we tried— effort was wasted, with fear and hurt we tasted. Thirst and hunger fed a pride, too bitter to swallow, the answers have made us hollow We fall from the gates of heaven— the days drag on, moving slowly till half past seven Pushed off the ledge. The scars bleed out, now we are on the edge The world is our ocean, we sail to seek the shores. Nothing around for miles. Strange are the waters here, the path before

  5. Issue · Sep 6, 2026

    Apeirophobia (opens the original)

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