Esther Edoho's Blog

A and I met on Twitter the way most people do; through a shared interest (our love for books) and mutual friends. We had been following each other for years and replied to each other’s tweets often. She was a writer and a reader like me, and we were a potential friendship waiting to happen. … Continue reading Sometimes, friendships don’t find you until the right time.

I Remember all the honey thick & smooth against your skin covered by hands steady from soothing hard loving into dusk II Tell him you feel alone Tell him fear comes to you like memory brushing softly against your chest leaning in if you don’t swat quickly III Sit still when he calls you love … Continue reading How not to feel alone within a love

There is a name but I refuse to call it I am searching for another but nothing can carry It is starting to look like loss like my very being has given itself to be used by a thing I do not approve I forbid it often I reach far into myself the self I …

This is softer made with coconut oil white with red stripes around the bend does not break when I bite does not labour the roof of my mouth yet holds like fingers would This one takes me back to the hour after vigil walking around the bend lightening bugs cackling feet brushing against tarmac my arms around her … Continue reading Butter mint

I heard bullets leave particles as they pass through fabric. They tend to cling for decades or more. The night you left, you shot through fabric on the clothesline with a force that left me breathless. I had been waiting for months for you to come back for me. It rained and parched and bellowed … Continue reading passing through

Adora: Whenever I think I have love figured out, something (or someone) brings me back to the drawing board. I love that you’re in a healthy relationship so I’ll put you on the spot. What is love, and do you think you’ve found it? Esther: Love is good. In spite of the variations of love … Continue reading Two West African Girls Talk Love

Young love owns the bodies of those who go about the task of carving a shelter on the altar of desire and naked affection. The kind that grows like the night sky claiming a territory already weak at its knees. Neither of us knew what lay grunting in its keep. No promise of earlier days … Continue reading Young Love

this is about us. the layers we come in. how after a couple months. depending on closeness or comfort. we shed. revealing skin. soft like cotton candy. skin. rough to touch. and as the days hum into months. we unravel. layer after layer. slowly. quickly. slow ly. then it stops. and we are down to … Continue reading Layers

At first you feel everything and then nothing. Then the most terrible sadness laced with delicate love. Then a sliver of hope- maybe it isn’t as bad as it seems maybe there’s a chord that fits enough to make it sound like a song. some happiness some sadness more happiness than sadness then sadness, far … Continue reading Order of Events

We almost miss your anger when we walk through the door. The air cracks like a shell as we busy ourselves unbuttoning jackets and untying shoe laces. The air is still cracking as we oven-roast vegetables and pan-grill chicken for supper. The air cracks a little more as I hear her in the darkness softly … Continue reading After five on a winter day