Glissade

A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

I sit with the inconsolable soul of the dark— The voices of pleasure in the deep woods

But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

ISSUES

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