I have been thinking recently about how once a story, poem, essay (whatever container holds it) exists in the world, the storyteller no longer holds the pen. The readers bring so much of themselves to the page that when they finish, they leave with a completely different experience from the writer, and even every other reader. I love that

Ani Kayode Somtochukwu is a writer and queer liberation activist whose work is a luminous refusal of silence. His debut novel, And Then He Sang a Lullaby, dares to imagine queer love in a world […]

Mumbi Kanyogo is a Kenyan writer and researcher whose work wrestles with the intimate geographies of care, resistance, solidarity, and reimagining. Whether writing about the contradictions of domestic labour, the hollow gestures of imperial apology, […]

Chronic—A Chapbook on Living with Illness, edited by Yvonne Wabai There’s a certain silence that often settles around chronic illness—a quiet that comes not just from pain, but from being disbelieved, misdiagnosed, or forgotten; a […]

A Long House is pleased to announce that  Yvonne Wabai and Sihle Ntuli have been selected as the 2025 Rajat Neogy Editorial Fellows. Wabai and Ntuli are writers and editors who have been doing literary […]

African writers and publishers should place themselves at the forefront of innovating both the forms and formats of fiction. 

And so again, we encourage Africans who care about literature and quality editing to apply for the 2025 Rajat Neogy Editorial Fellowship at A Long House.

‘Pemi Aguda & Uche Okonkwo in conversation about “Form and Destiny”

if a poem is intended to “move” readers, as in, enact a kind of change that leaves one different than before they encountered it, it should be especially attuned to detail, to sense and memory.

Ecologists believe that all organisms are connected in a complex web to each other and the material resources that sustain them. Sometimes, the web is literal, the entanglement of roots and fungi found in mycorrhizae. Many humanists adapt the idea to the context of human relations: I am because you are. My existence is predicated on yours.