Monthly Archives : November 2015

Two Poems – Saddiq Dzukogi


My Penis is a wrap of skunk a god that loves to burn in a bung suck and become he see a new world appear on the smoke this pen-is—a dildo alive and moves in ways you’ll want it to search and dig the balloon bust it with the gust of places you’ve longed to go. take this only few…






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The Gomorrah Borealis – Chané Coetzee


May; rays of golden sunlight slipped gently through the layers of crystalline fog that danced about the Earth after the winter rains had passed. Hadedas screeched from high up in their Pin Oaks, and songs of people scuffling and hurrying by filled the streets. Engines roared, vibrating through the concrete, going to and fro; one man heading to his blue-carpeted…






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Two Poems – David Ishaya Osu


In the back of my eye In the back of my eye is the shadow of a chrysanthemum flapping its twelve wings like the wedding dress of a bride ready to reach the moon before midnight. in the back of my eye is a breeze opening the body of a blue sea running down the chest of a lover for…






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Two Poems – Wale Owoade


To the Width of Everything   If I drop a drone on your palm, if you stroke it we will die and maybe heaven is what our body craves for, maybe we want to push our secrets to the sound a gun makes when a finger kisses its dick. It is selfishness to pray to only one God, so we…






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The Other Woman – William Burger


Men always want more. I know that much to be true, as he slips the lacy red thong down along my thighs. I used to wear reasonable panties to work. Now I wax-strip my pussy raw –and spend the next day waddling up and down to the bathroom to readjust the lingerie I sport. All for what? To please a…






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