Sorrow

“Glad you can finally see my office,” said professor Smith, opening the door for his brother. He led Maxwell into the open space, and then scampered across the floor to open the window [+]

Little bees little bees the Mistress is dead
Please do not leave us in this time of distress
With black drapes on your hive and a knock on your door
Will you stay with us for one season [+]

shoes hit the forest floor. Feet slap
mud. 17 children are running
inside of me. The first stabs his toes
into Earth. He grins and shoves
an earthworm into the [+]

On a day like any other in Abuja, I lie fast asleep under my cotton-flavored blankets. It is only 5:00 pm when my mum interrupts my slumber of magical dreams dragging me from underneath. I had not [+]

Light peeks through the stain glass window in front of our small crawl-space attic, creating rainbows on the walls in our living room. I stand at the front door overlooking the sunlit street that [+]

I stare at the sky and all of its colors and shades, lights and darks, reds and yellows within its deep blue. The sun elongates the shadows created by my body and my black ‘77 Trans-Am parked on [+]