The plains are black tonight beyond the edge of town. Sitting on the flat roof of the tower block Anis watches the last embers of the cloud bars fading, as day rolls over the horizon.
‘Puff-puff, puff-puff, puff-puff!’ the woman calls out between her teeth as she saunters around the dockside selling fried dough balls and sucking on a pink ice pop that hangs like a tongue from h
I ask him to sit on the wooden chair, where the light from the kerosene lamp is brightest. I go into my room and pull out the medical kit that I’ve been given.
You came with palms outstretched, ashamed and happy: drunk. Bled Africa’s heart upon our table, sang and wept – for them, for us, for your albatross skin. I wished
She wills him to outlive the harsh geology of war, surpass the whispering condemned, his fatigues soaked with their breath, his sights with their gore,