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When Badara Slapped His Grandpa’s Head
Alieu Badara is the ashiest 8 year old in the neighborhood. He has a total of 8 scars, 7 of which he liked to flaunt, telling…
Tunnels
She sighs in her sleep and the music plays a little softer.
Oblivious.
...keeps nudging me in the eye with her little knee
Her…
They Taste Like Love
Under three stars, by a shore. Sat a man, with three toes on one foot and a stump on the other. He mumbled and drew figures in…
Every Speck of Dust
Dear Wind,
If you could speak my language, would you let your eyes be mine?
Would you let me in on the fortune that you’ve…
Nijai Sana And Fajakh Jow
...the point is, I never wronged anybody. I just woke up in the morning, tried to go about my daily business like everyone else…
Whirlwinds
Dear loved one,
If I leave unannounced in the middle of the night
Do not worry that I may come to harm
I do nothing that does…
Twitches and Echos
That fullness within my chest - it left.
In its place, there is a different kind of craving
It makes the heart twitch and the…
The Angry Guy and the Pig Who Dared
I was in a taxi.
Traffic was a little slow. I didn’t mind because this part of town has a clear-aired serenity. Unlike the hot,…