Category: blues

#1 Short-story by Issa Dioume (THE CLICHED DETECTIVE-STORY)

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Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.

Brother [Poem] by Issa Dioume

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For my brother

The House of Chronicle [Poem] by Issa Dioume

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Based On True Events... ✍️

Chronos Devouring His Son [Short-Story] by Issa Dioume

by Issa Dioume, posted in adult, art, blues, coffee, Fiction, ink, life, Night, Short-story, suicide, Writer, Writing

Time seems to slow like running water gone still. Haunted and lost by the ghosts of the minds’ windmill trapped in the slow tic-tac motion of the clocks’ hands that kill. Strangling air out from his throat. I need a cig thought Barnaclos. Nothing beats the delicious smell of cigs, warm coffee and cold beer. … Continue reading Chronos Devouring His Son [Short-Story] by Issa Dioume

Silent Falling Bird of A Flock [Poem] by Issa Dioume

by Issa Dioume, posted in art, blues, Food for thought, life, ocean, Poem, Short-story, Writer, Writing

...Hiding my emotions like an enamoured prostitute. Or an actor, trying to make his debut on this twisted scale. Harloting my way through life, a simulated masquerade, trying not to 'fail'. Beneath, this masked trade hides a performer. me. Outside lies the judging audience, silent observer. THEM. Only one believes the performance matters and fears … Continue reading Silent Falling Bird of A Flock [Poem] by Issa Dioume