Poetry

AN ECHO OF SILENCE 

Because we do not preserve memories from decay By immersing them in vessels filled with formalin, I tried to remember you today- your smell, your kiss The beats and lyrics of the songs you said your heart Sang for me, but I can’t remember any….

Poetry

AN ARTIFACT OF A GROIN WAR 

Ekoja’s body was a haunted house. Haunted: by a glowing darkness; by a cocktail of voices fading into silence; by footsteps echoing a numbing pain. [You’ll never know that scars are ghosts until your deepest wounds die but you still hear their voices in your…