These last few months, I have been on edge. The year came with a sense of bigness that was drowning. I do not have the “new year syndrome” (I stopped making new year resolutions in was it 2014?), but I had an increased awareness with the ending of January that I ought to be … More Contrary Truths
I have some confessions. And you can take them personal. I almost did not write this post (and post post-Friday) because among other things, including this chronic procrastination, I watched 3 movies after I returned home from work at about 7:12pm. I know, I know, there were more important things to do, like prep … More Some random confessions?
It is not an easy thing to be nice. But I love being nice, I think it is one of the easiest things to do, one of the burden-free ways to breeze through life. But sometimes, just sometimes, it is just nearly impossible to stay christian. There are some things I absolutely dislike, like being … More Too many vermin making being nice hard..argh!
There are these times that come and go like barely realizable strobes of illumination and between the on and off, I see how my future is interpreted by your past in part I see how you are a storehouse with a lost key hoarding without meaning to food, wealth, understanding while I starve for truths. … More Silo
Originally posted on Flash Fiction From GHANA: ? It gives us great pleasure to finally publish this long-overdue anthology. To anyone who may be asking “What is flash fiction?”, you can orient yourself here. We are grateful to all featured authors for their patience with us during the protracted editing period. Download your copy here: … More Have you read this collection yet? What are you waiting for ??
you’re just the support i need to keep things together in place strapped safe most days the rest you’re a bad bra messing things up at their spine. _SBM.
What happens, Ma when the way home is through sand dunes? Do I pitch tents and make home where strength fails or do I dance with the sands And change with the plans? Do I make my monuments and trust the wind’s promise to immortalise them or do I keep my words till there’s … More Loose Sands
