The House of Chronicle [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Based On True Events... ✍️

Poem by Issa Dioume: ‘Tumor, tu meurs’ {Experimental, Bilingual Piece}

Tumor, tu meurs Like budding petals of a fleur. Tumor, tu meurs Like a languidly beating Coeur. Tumor... Tu meurs Like the mots of passants. Tu meurs, tumor Like the life of mes parents. Tumor, je meurs So be it, il était temps. Tu meurs, ils pleurent These are the tears des enfants. Tôt le …

Jenny Ran Sur The Colline —- French & English !But, Same Themes & Ideas (By Issa Dioume in collaboration with Aimé Lesot)

Jenny courait sur la colline. Ses fossettes creusaient ses joues, témoignaient de sa joie manifeste. Ses pieds martelaient le chemin en terre, laissaient des empruntes et délogeaient les petits cailloux de leur cratère dorénavant appauvris. Devant: un horizon sans ligne - seulement de grands arbres, feutrant les rayons du soleil. Derrière: seulement le souvenir de …

Where Do They All Fall? [Flashfiction] by Issa Dioume

Where? 🍃

Division Revision- [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Rewrite What Has Been Written

Mystery Blogger Award # 3 & 4 🥇

Thank you Winnie for nominating me for the Mystery Blogger Award. MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD: What is that? “Its an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for …

Zephyra [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Her mind is like the sky, limitless Her body is the earth, bound Her smile is like the rain, hitting dry soil Her eyes, two petals aflame Soft and smoothe yet uncontrolably dancing to their own tune, warm to the touch of my hand Yet fragile in my embrace Her whole is asunder, a tree …

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 …

Perhaps [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Perhaps I am whatever they say Perhaps rain only falls one way Perhaps love cannot be felt by a clam Perhaps here and forever I will stay Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps. And perhaps I DO have no purpose Only a flower waiting to wither A slave to time's merciless curse And, perhaps IT WILL never get …

Lost in pleasure

Moved by the promise of her voice alone. Standing on his own two knees. He slipped his hand around her hips and pulled her close. Feeling her warm breath on his throat, he bent down to savour her lips. He wanted to show her that he was her man. Hers to keep, desire, get bored …