By: afrophilus A Ghostly Voyage Sunk beneath gloomy shadows,With my radiant smile transformed into a sulking grimI took a journey down memory lane.How ghostly the chasm that separates now from before? Besetting me like a whirlwind,Drove me around like a…
By: Umar YB Not in tilling the land,in harrowing it or inmaking the ridge. Won’t be reluctantto irrigate the fields whenthe heavens are way stingy. Burdens me notto enrich the landwith dung and mulch. My willing hoewould weed the weedswhen…
By: Benjamin Oku “Push! Push!!” Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes to this world albeit with some strange creature who had five slender legs pulling me from my mother’s womb. “Congratulations! You are now…
By Robert Feinstein There are these elderly men … I don’t think they are actually rabbis, who spend their days roaming through Jewish cemeteries, looking for the bereaved. Give them a few dollars and they’ll conduct a grave site service in memory of…
By: Jamal M. Siddiqui If you are a person with access to the internet, then you must be aware of the ongoing events of the world. More specifically, you might have even heard of the recent situation in Hollywood and…
By: Marc Carver As I went for my runI thought about sneaking out for my second outside of the day and walking in the thunder storms to come.They surely wouldand I may even get hit by lightning,I could wear one…
By: King Buohien Ediare The cloud amassed ingredientsfor the funeral of the day.First, it was brightwe were masters of the day.Later duskwe started returning to our roots. Now asblack as beneath the grave!Those behind time stumble and trudgein the black…
By James Bates I never did figure out where the voices were coming from, but they were there, that was for sure, day and night, whispering, “Feed us. Feed us, now.” So I did. Boy, did I ever. I was…
By: Katrenia M. Busch “A Sister” A sister is a friendWho helps in times of needBeing—someone who mendsOur lives as we are— wearied Sisters by bloodOr born otherwiseAs they often shouldBe seen as angels in disguise Aiding as a helping…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Silent night whispered tosalubrious day .“Where have you lost your noise?”The day tweaked -‘in lockdown’I always keep in my sleeve and clockSo do I now-They created malls, shops , restaurantsto keep themselves alive and busy,filled my…
