
Nightdancing
The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the…
The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the…
At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap…
The phone rang. Mama picked. Three minutes after ‘hello’ she was still listening. “Thank you,”…
Where I come from, they don’t name a child until seven days and seven nights…
It started like this. The Doc said I have a syndrome. When the syndrome comes,…
You also beg for the little things. You beg him to eat. You beg him…
She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start,…
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy…
There’s a chunk of my finger in the potato salad. Only because everyone at this…
I was fingered once on my back in front of the maize cobs that waved…
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