Glissade

A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…

The sun burns brightest on the morning after a night-time rainstorm. That Thursday in June, when my partner and I awoke to find our Surulere apartment windows washed clean by rain, with the glass slats sparkling in the sunlight and the floor tiles as dry as an ark’s insides, we decided to celebrate our good …

To escape from fire is to die by water.

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

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

ISSUES

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