Bachelorhood
The Cheating Friend
I need you to do me a favour. I need you to, for the sake of this story, imagine that you are somebody else; a…
Poetry
To the Dude that Entered the Elevator After Me | by Barack Mumba
To the dude that entered the elevator after me, I’m sorry. The silent breath of death that escaped my pants into the tiny gas chamber…
Dead On Arrival
by Jane Doe —– I am in Mama’s stomach but she doesn’t know this yet. The day she will find out she will tell Baba…
Simon on the keys
When I was younger, way younger, a couple of decades ago, I was quite the precocious pre-teen. Or at least, I like to tell myself…
