Monthly Archives : March 2016

EDITORIAL ISSUE #5


CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD EXPOUND #5 Dear Readers, On 27th of March, 2015, I released the first issue of EXPOUND. I had saved some money and borrowed a friend’s laptop to create the website and released the issue. Today, EXPOUND is a year older, and I am delighted to tell you that in just one year, we have been able…






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Masks by Ehindola Peter


…In the dream and the ones that followed, I was in the square, playing scenes of an erotic drama, wheeling with sensual movements; but she came, bearing a dim lamp, saying, ‘I have wept for you many times’… If I say I still do not feel a slight fear inside me for trying to identify with the traditions and customs…






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Summertime and Seven Revisions by Ricky Garni


Summertime Two little ants climbed out of the bread grilling in the pan. Of course they were little: they were ants. But where did they want to go? Somewhere where an ant could find slices of bread that were equally tasty but refreshingly cool instead. Summertime ii Two little ants climbed out of the bread grilling in the pan. Of…






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The Incident by Samantha Gibb


Dust motes in the sunlight create a narrow galaxy of stars between the window and floor. A foot enters the light, breaking the spell. It squeaks as I follow it through the innards of Konradsberg Hospital. The sound dies before a door labelled, ‘Dr Magnusson’. The year is 1946, and I have been here for eight years. My therapy has…






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An Entity of End by Felino A. Soriano


I hear the break in your sent -ence, the bend of sound in the italics your tongue splays into directional importance. Amid our freedom, a jazz of dragonfly sits atop my tongue, an aim forward, a paused motive to hear, enunciate. Your listening is lesson. The gauge of blues, the bitten magnify, the heave of words into the throat: awakening…






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Eddy to the Rescue by Ian Woollen


“We’re probably not on the front page anymore,” snapped the Consul’s wife. She lit her second to last cigarette. “The gods of the news cycle have forgotten us.” “Give me a drag,” the Consul said. A blunt attempt at common ground. They’d shared Kools on a bench outside the undergraduate library at Purdue University, a million years ago. When her…






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Air and Smoke by R.M. Cymber


I watched him take a long, confident drag from his cigarette – the ashes hanging like a paralyzed limb – and I became strangely jealous of his ability to waver between protagonist and antagonist of his life as he lived and killed         R.M. Cymber is a  graduate student at Fontbonne University in St Louis, Missouri. Some…






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Coral Cacti by Laura M Kaminski


after “Clams” by José Angel Araguz Living in the desert in the southwest US, it was easy to imagine being underwater, the cacti with their strange clumped fragility as coral, the phosphorescent scorpions akin to shrimp with venom, rattlesnakes twisted into turbans were sleeping eels: when startled, they’d emit an audible electric crackle and hairs on my forearms would stand…






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For the Innocence and Obese by Mark Antony Rossi


I took the first exit I saw. Mother Nature was calling my unsuspecting name in three languages.   Two hours ago I hit a hamburger joint and now I’ve got to beat Jesse Owens to the bathroom and give birth to a weapon of ass destruction. This is not a mega news flash, but fast food restrooms are dirtier than…






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Once by Steve Klepetar


I was a man who skipped to the tune of fiddles, trampling daffodils spread on a carpet of green. I capered with cats, whirled with bees in the flowerbeds, camped in the north woods when wind spun dead leaves in a tornado of gold. I weighed nothing, my eyes brown as a bear’s back, hands quick enough to seize a…






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Neckcracker Suite by Mark Antony Rossi


I needed my neck adjusted far more than a homeless hooker from Honduras. I had a historic blowout in Kingsland yesterday by some dumbass driving an expensive sedan. She might as well have been a hooligan from Hoboken, because she cursed and agonized over her car while I was trapped in mine, bleeding and dizzy because the air bag didn’t…






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Agbalinmuo by Madu Chisom Kingdavid


I. Older than Adam… Now the tree has grown out of greenness, Leaning on the shadows of passage… The spine has met the earth in state; The limbs pregnant with no breasts, For the sap has aged-in to clouds… Thunder has operated skin-deep to divulge its skeleton; ants in scattering procession… II. Beneath the green armpits, In the breath of…






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Judgement and Gratitude by Olatunde Obafemi


There is a difference between the moving of the feet and dancing; between what is and what should be; between truth and an appearance of truth; between intention and execution; between breathing and living. Sometimes, there is a difference between a human and what is being thought of them by others; between judgement and conviction; between confession and deeds; but…






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Donovan Smith by Jason Snyman


~Dragon Slayer, Soldier, Champion of Fair Maidens   I used to paint a lot when I was younger, always in three colours and three colours alone – black, red and white. At some point in my life, however, the feel of a brush in my hand had become almost alien. Uncomfortable. Heavy. For some reason unknown to me, the brush…






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Endgame by Mary McCarthy


The last time you took him back I knew you were  gone Like a woman disappearing Into purdah Eclipsed by the veil Forever under the shadow Binding her every word Every glance, every slightest Restless movement Anything That might call attention And set her jealous guardian On her Savage as the wolf That ravens on the lamb Death is always…






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The Wet Pillow by Naushena


All night long she wept and wept Released the tears she had kept Containing all her woes Those were her worst foes; For they snatched her dignity And left her with self-pity. Whatever she did went wrong Life was not a happy song. It dried her throat In a flood she did float, Of sorrows and grief. Life was yet…






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