Fiction and Poetry
Ìfàlétí Olómi Laàpẹrẹ It is so sad, my friend. The Agent of love birds,…
I slice my soles standing for a seaside photograph i. muted siren lenses must widen…
For Mama’s Boys There are no guidelines./Mama’s Boys write their own survival. We were boys/…
Mercury is in retrograde again, and somewhere beyond the clouds, the stars have learnt my…
Roll Call at the Crumbling Girl’s High School Roll No. 1 is expected to outmature…
I. The Loner I should laugh the loudest in rooms, I should make laughter à…
How Bodies Are Used as Storage Units in Sudan (a series of twelve haiku) Sugar…
The house you live in has no full-length mirror, and this is by design. You…
Confession There is an opening beneath my skin with a layer of doors, closed and…
Naturalism says the answers to the universe are contained in the world itself, that there’s…
