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By R Soos the chaplain reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, I canhelp bring you to peace in Christ the librarian reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, you shouldpublish these and let others knowthey are not alone in this... Read More
Click HERE for previous episodes Terdoo was tired. Her cotton t-shirt clung to her sweaty body like a second skin. She had been determined to clean the entire house until every corner sparkled, not because it was necessary but because she was restless.... Read More
By Joey Assam This love I have for you – it’s hard to describe, yet easy to feel. It’s difficult to convey save for the actions of every day life. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without making you uncomfortable or scaring you... Read More
by Phinesmiles Lay like the linoleum Cover the angles Glitter like sparks of the lantern fly Your effect I feel and respect You rise so early Uncontestable tone thou have Gradually you become The harder you get the more I scream Even at that the... Read More
“Believe me when I say I normally don’t do this” He said looking blankly into the air. “You don’t have to do anything” I replied as my glass journeyed from the table to my mouth. “I’m so confused bro… I don’t know… only if…”... Read More
By Blank Verse And the creation is moving westward , loosing pieces of time … Once I believed , the elements conspire for lovers’ secret meet … Now they seem to be accepting my well received tragedy … Celestial will soon... Read More
Click HERE for previous episodes Ese was quiet the entire flight back to Abuja. She sat with her two girls beside her while Bobby had the seat behind her next to her mother. She thought about her entire life and the way things had turned out and it... Read More
Summer between states out in the country: code-red intimacies: fights none could avoid. Word-shock assault of scimitar-wit: thrust-parry-thrust-dodge. Judo utterance. Weapons of mass irony and cake.The Vanquished waved white handkerchiefs of wry... Read More
by Olapade Temitope The rivers flow so wildClimbing and crumbling bridges,Our heart got sinkingPraying it shouldn’t bruise our buildings,The down-pour is breath-takingNaked shadows we thought we’ll be chasing,At revelation of it, we... Read More