Shavings [Flash-Fiction] by Issa Dioume

... I am the broken window pane. The howling, whistling window holding the panes. The midday shield stopping two forces from fusing. Living in perpetuity. Intermittence is my daily goal. One light shines through me. A shadow casts itself on and beyond me. Yet I hold. Performing a balancing act of light and darkness for … Continue reading Shavings [Flash-Fiction] by Issa Dioume

SAND RIDGES OF MY HAND [Poem] by Issa Dioume

I tattooed pages full of ink Birthed characters who think Pushed my sanity on the brink People asked: why? I wink ------ ------- ------ Truth often trudges in faraway lands Epigrammatic eloquence sleeps in limbos Make in the zero, sinuous desert roads. There I am, kneeling, sand in hand Trying to quench and expand Seeing … Continue reading SAND RIDGES OF MY HAND [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Colours of the wind (1) by Issa Dioume

"The bright shimmering colours of the wind envelop us all, we need only look to capture a glimpse of their many hues" -written by Issa Dioume (Image by artist -V) Deep red autumnal leaves fluttered on the ground beneath the clear morning sky. An awfully sketchable scenery - enough to make a painter's heart flutter- … Continue reading Colours of the wind (1) by Issa Dioume

Windmills of Sisyphus – Issa Dioume

Written by Issa Dioume The windmill rotates ever slowly but ever surely - unfettered by the strongest of gales. Unperturbed by the occasional accusations of the greatest doubters. The windmill does not stop to consider what it is doing for it is all it has ever done and all it knows to do. No matter … Continue reading Windmills of Sisyphus – Issa Dioume