Improving one’s prose in minutes #2: Pleonasms – Issa A. Dioume

Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.

Brother [Poem] by Issa Dioume

For my brother

The Healing, Part.1 [ Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume

After a war. How can you ever get better? Will the pain ever go away? Can you... heal?

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

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 …

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. …

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

...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 …

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 …