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

Where? 🍃

Division Revision- [Poem] by Issa Dioume

Rewrite What Has Been Written

A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 7 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume

Morning, city of Gravenfall, adventure, fantasy, swordfight, hero.

A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 6 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume

[...] Bramin, walking up drawn-out alleyways, carried a flyssa sword on his back ; a green-white pearl bracelet gifted to him by his mother ; a satchel leather bag with a long-gilded strap, which allowed enough room for flexible movements. That was why he wore it, as he was fully aware of the dangers which … Continue reading A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 6 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume

A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 5 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume

Leaving a captain, his ship and the sea. Image by artist: -V

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

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

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 … Continue reading Zephyra [Poem] by Issa Dioume

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