Category Archives: FICTION
OPENING
to become a trench,how far does a hole go.how much of myself do I empty till I am hollow, pit enough to swallow you.or a pathway to the end of myself. (other words for a hole are cavity, depression, retreat, shelter, well.) the last time I was at the entrance of a thing,I turned away …
2019, AS IN MY JOURNAL.
JANUARY i. I bled my first chance at becoming a mother on the third day of the year. In a dark room with three strangers taking out a strange thing that had inhabited my body unknowingly for a few weeks, I experienced a degree of pain that has now become the standard of physical pain …
Emitomo Tobi Nimisire Porcelain – KD
Read my poem, Porcelain, in the Body Bag issue of Kissing Dynamite Poetry. https://www.kissingdynamitepoetry.com/emitomo-tobi-nimisire-porcelain.html
BLACKOUT
Hello guys, here’s the link to my first post on Medium. It’s pretty short and sweet. Enjoy your reading. 😉 https://medium.com/@e2d720cf62de/edd814d526f
WE NEED NEW NAMES- THE REVIEW.
After the first two pages of We need new names, I thought it was speculative fiction; that Darling and her friends were inhabitants of this surreal world called Paradise, and they could fly to Budapest chanting Vasco da Gama. I thought these kids with awkward names were actual birds. I’m abashed. Jumping into conclusions has …
UNTETHERED
“I’ve waited so long for this day. For today when I will listen to you g-rh-h-on…” BOOM! A bullet plunged into my rib cage. Then I heard the gunshot. Bullets must travel at the speed of light. My chest burned. I reached for my pistol from under the pillow, clutching my chest with the other arm. …
FIFTEEN-FIVE
On his Facebook timeline, Tomiwa sees an ad of a new therapeutic technology that aids glaucoma patients in recuperating. Expectation wells up in his stomach as he clicks on the link to check the price, hoping to find swell figures. Then he sees it. #15, 500. For a split second, he doesn’t blink. He reads …
TOUCHING YESHUA
You hear a knock on your door and ignore it. A rhythm of knocks follow. You make no attempt to answer the door but mouth a prayer instead- that whoever it is leaves; Your hands are caught up in the cleansing of your dirty tunic and you are in no mood for a chatter right …
BULLY
The hallway fills up with students as they march in singing ‘the day is bright’ though it looks like the sun is still splayed across her bed and isn’t going to wake up from her sleep any time soon.
NIMISIRE 
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