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Featured:January 23, 2022January 27, 2022

things the witch-woman said to do

choose yourself

Posted in Poems. Tagged love, poetry, speculative, witch. Leave a comment
Featured:August 23, 2020September 14, 2020

White Friday

Unexpectedly – a white flash in the sky.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged flash fiction, philosophical fiction, philosophy, short Stories, speculative fiction. 2 Comments
Featured:July 23, 2020October 9, 2020

Last Tooth

Arata tek yu rɔtin tit. Gi mi mi fayn tit.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged africa, mental health, mythology, Sierra Leone, speculative fiction, writing. 3 Comments
Featured:April 23, 2020October 10, 2020

Gold

Dream of rain, and dancing in it with friends.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged depression, love, metaphor, speculative fiction. 4 Comments
Featured:March 23, 2020April 25, 2020

The Brothers’ Game

Last night, I received a telephone call.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged philosophy, religion, speculative fiction, writing. 5 Comments
Featured:February 23, 2020July 28, 2020

Forever Butterfly

The immortal man shoves into the tavern door.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged books, short Stories, writing. 4 Comments
Featured:February 16, 2020August 29, 2020

Of Those In The Darkness

In that dark before time, we were.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged books, philosophy, religion, religious fiction, short Stories, writing. 4 Comments
July 23, 2021December 12, 2021

Cotton Candy Curl.

Nicholas and Danke would have tied the knot at St. Paul’s, in the next few months.

Posted in Short Fiction. Tagged flash fiction, horror, love, mental health, weird. 4 Comments
January 21, 2021January 25, 2021

abduction

so, despite the ufo, the rose thief stood his ground.

Posted in Poems. Tagged flowers, poetry, speculative poetry, ufo. Leave a comment
December 21, 2020

memory bottled in a poem

now something about the aloneness i have already proclaimed to love is that after the clock ticks for a while, all sand at the bottom of the hourglass, it starts to hurt and you soul-crave someone to hold, be held by, anything else they tell you is a palliative pill of lies.

Posted in Poems. Tagged childhood, life, memory, mothers, surrealism. 1 Comment

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