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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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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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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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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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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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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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The Figure Stained with Varied Colours – Andrew Aondosoo Labe


The sun glistened on the Benue as she lay prostrate before him; white Fulani cattle quietly grazing its green banks like horned Aladuras; with only the bridge as a fetish companion. Beyond its dashing rush, there was nothing but the sleepy forms of orange clouds which started gathering at its endless tail. This city was a sacred piece of souvenir…






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Rio – TJ Benson


He has told the fifteen year old prostitute that he doesn’t want to see her again. She won’t listen. She has chased him all over the cheap hotels of Rio de Janeiro. His love, she insists, is all she needs. What does a fifteen year old girl know about love? Two weeks have gone like this, going to the port…






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Red Fox – Jason Mykl Snyman


“Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.” Song of Solomon 2:15   ***   A full moon sauntered across the sky. She was out there somewhere, this cold night. The Red Fox. They called her a star, with night between her teeth. Beneath veils of streetlight, the nocturnal vagrants…






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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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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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Masalimo – William Khalipwina


Wrapped in a church curtain, the body was lowered slowly into a half-meter pit. With fear and grief, four hundred eyes or so followed the proceedings curiously. The diggers had quickly and mercilessly done their work as instructed. They were shoveling the soil jokingly into this grave as if they were burying a poisoned cat. This was all because the…






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The Day My Parents Returned – Adeolu Adesanya


Telling a five-year-old boy like me that his father and mother are in white man’s land, and they will return very soon, is like saying you have a new toy somewhere, but you can’t have it now, maybe tomorrow.   The idea of having some people soon coming to see me, who possess an entourage of names like Daddy, Dad,…






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