By Dima Dima Who stole your thunder? Who raided your path? Who quelled your hunger With morsels of wrath? Who showed you the ether Herded you to hell? You burnt with fever With no story to tell? I raided the pantries I kicked in the doors I shouted from belfries Sang songs of war I …
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Transcendence
By Dima Adam Dima I dreamt of dying last night. Violently tearing asunder from my sternum to the top of my head Dissolving into the raging gale Like powder, like smoke, like sprayed water over the unwilling faces of my enemies So, they may turn me into a part of them with each horrid gasp. I …
I am done
By Dima Adam Dima I need to be there now in that moment that feeds on my flesh. In the moment that awakens all possibility Of dying and transitioning Of hovering over a pit of the ungrateful dying and dead Of the living who have forgotten their ability to awaken I need to be there …
The Chaos
By Dima Adam Dima Copyright 2023 All good things are meant to stay hidden so that only the worthy may find them’. A voice descended from beyond the darkness above. Upon that dusk sky where hope had once been emblazoned in a deep bloody etch Like the rolling of thunder, it called us forth. Summoned …
I am dead
By David Apunda I ceased living by the standards of the world for I am over. Over by the other side, with a new title on me. It was well or so I thought before I became….. late. It is a year now, and you are all gathered for a celebration, to unveil a cross …
The End
Continued His first leave from duty and yet it was nowhere near restful. The questions he had were setting his insides on fire. She had finally stopped talking to take the first sip. Now. He gently cupped that glass leaking with excess foam. Wrists were steady. He stared straight desperately seeking the right …
Family First
By Dima Adam Dima Copyright 2022 The Man knew madness from a story told to him by his long dead mother. Cursed words rang verbatim. Over and over like some dark gospel that would never leave him since boyhood. Madness is the eye that peers into the truth without blinking. It wont blink for …
MEN DON’T CRY
By Dima Adam Dima “Men dont cry” the incessant mouthing of Masaka turned audible and birthed a low echo. The echo doubled and filled the spaces of the halls of a now abandoned primary school in the heart of Kiwalwa. “Are you going mad? Can you stop that!?”Stella had finally quipped at …
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