Short Fiction and Poetry

I buried his cold corpse with parched and sapped hands, as I began to sense all the numbers on my body convulse. [...]

I wrote my name in the dust for the last time. You knew my habits well - an ailing language that led us both astray. [...]

Another night has come and gone. Another night of counting the hours until daybreak. Another morning watching the sun slowly rise [...]

Sitting alone in my own despair Just off in the distance ringing I hear That familiar sound of my phone's ringtone [...]

"Selling? Yeah, I am aware that’s what people call it," he tittered.Contrary to what I was told, he didn’t have pointy, shark-like teeth[..]

We compose songs on a moonlit night, we sing humobauli and play hide and seek, on a moonlit night, go to the jungle [...]

He brought a gun to the house. It is a cold and heavy and alien-looking thing that Daniel waves in his left hand [...]

It began with water. It began with bodies in the water. It began with African bodies in the water. [...]

I sit beneath the sky on a midsummer night aside the brook aloof from the turbulence and cacophonies I try to evade

I'm staring at a world gone by, laughing without reason or want. There are people on the pathways and cars on the street, but they hide[...]