by IB | Apr 28, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
We are no longer what blood is to the body After Tiken Jah Fakoly I They are sharing the world. This same small village of ours, where our fathers erected their huts, & buried their aged. They are destroying the sky we built with our unequal...
by IB | Apr 27, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
The Second Coming It was a few days after Easter Sunday that Felicity saw Jesus. He was riding a bike, his long hair flowing like the robe around his shoulders. On one handle bar swung a Lidl bag. It was an odd sight, but his resurrection had just...
by IB | Apr 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
How to write a poem about a mountain On the ridge we stop to catch ourselves, leaning against crags to view the drop. You tell me how you envy my sweeping vistas, my heritage of paths that cut clean through wind. I shush your maundering and press on...
by IB | Apr 25, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
Gilded by a Thousand Sorrows She follows me, with the flutter of a duster, around the house. A bony question mark, hips grinding like a worn out piston working fur-lined slippers against the old oak boards. Lungs working in out, in out, chuff-chuff,...
by IB | Apr 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
New York City at night Here, in my Manhattan room / insomnia tugs at me like a half-closed taxi door / letting all the echoes in / an ambulance carries the last breath of an asthmatic man / a few blocks away, a party spills over the rim of a rooftop /...
