Monthly Archives : December 2015

EDITORIAL – ISSUE #4


CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD EXPOUND #4 Dear Readers, Our last issue for this year is finally out! It has been quite an interesting and challenging journey this year. We thank our contributors for believing in us and keeping us this far. This last issue is our end of the year gift to our readers, and it is an electrifying gift,…






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Why I Fast by Kingsley Charles


‘Somewhere, always, behind visible life, behind the backcloth of survival, a battle between flesh and mind occurs and recurs. Kingsley Charles’ “Why I Fast–a testimony in fine language–is an inward conversation in milieu of the said recurrence; and in it are some of the most interestingly paradoxical givens of the thinking soul’ — Oyin Oludipe, Nonfiction Editor   The third…






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autumn by Ophelia Leong


the sunlight is heavier in autumn like amber syrup coalescing over the world i feel the goldenrod waves of light caress my face during a ceremony of cycles one leaf falls gentler than an owl’s sigh and someday another one will grow but for now the bare bones of tree branches stretch out along a yellow horizon thick as the…






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Judah’s Desert by Brandon Marlon


      Gradually descending coulees seaward, I survey tawny vistas, waylaid by soughing wind, a sharav speckled and humid, sapping my brio, not my motivation.   Skirting the contours of wilderness, I seek waymarks holistic and curative; my thoughts drift as I mill about, sifting memory’s fragments, ruminating on travels and travails, musing even as I spot the amusing:…






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King Lear of Eighty’s by Shafinur Shafin


The lonely wayfaring King, taking no thieves in his left or right-hand walked throughout the storm all alone and silent When people hurled pebbles their laughter sounded like the grunt of a thousand pigs and he walked carrying only the cross of his soul with the melancholy of his blood running under his skin           Shafinur…






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Solitary Sentence by David C. Steyn


“Now, even loneliness can be considered a lost art” The sentence is inscribed into the wall in the back corner close to the floor. It was done by hand with some sort of sharp object. The message was most probably carved by the previous occupant of the cell – and that must have been quite some time ago. She has…






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oblivion by Jocelyn Mosman


your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring ring ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you don’t use the phone unless you have to for me you don’t have to, the silence is a bullet unraveling a painful sonata oblivion…






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Ithaca by Cindy Rinne


I desired to come back to Ithaca, and instead returned from Ithaca. I desired to discover gods and goddesses on Olympus, instead found peace within olive groves, silence on the salt, and richness flowing in the air of an Aegean village. I desired to see Poseidon, and instead I beheld Aphrodite foaming from the sea with a passionate light. I…






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Ítaca by Ivonne Gordon


Quise volver a Ítaca y terminé regresando de Ítaca. Quise encontrar dioses y diosas en el Olimpo y encontré paz entre los olivos, silencio entre la sal, plenitud entre el aire del pueblo sereno del Egeo. Quise ver a Poseidón, y ví a Afrodita salir del mar con la luz templada. Quise tanto. Y cuando quieres tanto, te olvidas que…






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Sewing Lessons by JD DeHart


I cannot stitch. Something about the movement of thread through substance. Something about the simultaneous tapping of my foot and the rise and fall of the needle. I fear it too much. So, if there are rips and tears, if the cord comes undone, I’m not the one to sweep in. I can only stand by and watch. JD DeHart…






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A Temporary Affair by Obinna Udenwe


He liked her the very first day he saw her. He wondered what had attracted him so – was it her arms with skin so fleshy? Her breasts so massively formed they could send a man straight to hell? Her big roving eyes that made a man’s heart skip? Or her hair that was plaited fully, cascading down her back,…






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Dirty Love by Linda Ashok


A beach is a pretty place to kiss but I don’t want to kiss you at pretty places I want to kiss you under the bed On the bathroom pot While washing your wears While on the wait for your train at the station, at taxi stands I want to kiss you by the masjid by the tea-stall, house of…






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On Illustrators by Binu Karunakaran


Some illustrators are like sleepwalkers. They enter homes of strangers and manage absolute miracles – of never banging their toes on the scheming legs of tables & demon doors. Dark and brooding, they share a chromosome or two with their counterpart, the Cuckoo. At night their cuttlefish fingers bleed sepia, map continents with the shape and swell of distant memories.…






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Absolving Lynn by Lee Todd Lacks


“I’ve been waiting for you to come by for the past fifteen minutes! My halibut is overcooked. Given the cost of dining at this establishment, I shouldn’t have to pay for your inattentiveness.” Lynn regretted the flippant remark as soon as she had uttered it. Her shame swelled like a tide as she watched the server’s countenance wilt. “I’ll have…






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The Rains Fell Upon You and Me by Geosi Gyasi


with a colander, the juice from the oranges dripped. filled the air spaces of the bowl. in my hands the bowl became heavy, once the falchion cut; baring ten segments of carpels and a porous white pith or mesocarp. this strange metaphysical world, rains down extemporaneously, in the eyes of the skies. the lands are wet through, and the fields…






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Gelatinous by Heath Brougher


Foodstove unused, no need; fastfood reign supremely high; foodstave infected with calorie and trans; tired bodies, arms reach for the apple, its purity, unattainable; a quick morphing and is born the gelatinous generation—lying stagnantly in the chair, the weight of the world; even blubberbones searching for health can find none; no oasis, just chemical greasedrippings; bodyfails; no movement; soured malnutrition…






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Ripple by Al Imran Siddiqui Translated by Amit Chakravarty


Never said my days are prosaic, never said they are resplendent. Army green days o’ mine! Wind is caressing woodpecker’s nest. Sometimes I spread my arms, the notion of flying, a gentle fascination. Name of one or two stars, one or two notes of the melody, I learnt today. Incessant sky; The sun sets My thoughts, ever wandering, are boundless;…






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Much Ado about My Friend, Mr. Crystal by Innocent Ilo


Dedicated to battered women who constantly seek water for solace…   “Water: a liquid without color, smell or taste, which falls as rain, is in lakes, rivers and seas, and is used for drinking, washing, etc” The Oxford Learners Dictionary.   What was his name again? Yes, that erratic Afro-Beat King? The one, whenever he performed on screen, Mama always…






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Last Rites by Meggie Royer


My mother on a train filled with bodies. My mother sitting between all her previous lovers, dress uncurling like cinnamon peel from a spool. My mother as goddess among men. One with cigarette still lit, ash blooming across the sunken bowl of his left cheek. My mother has mascara for this. Afternoon sky swimming past the windows, its bloodlines, its…






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