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Evaporation

I imagined a friend’s face as wide as the sky winking into a distance forming nothing. at times silence is opened like a bucket craving raindrops so the sun seduced the edges of my silence through the window blind & … Continue reading

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Nome Patrick Asks Me How Life Is in a Chat

& I zoomed a burning forest on my palm. a rotten orange stained my silence after falling twice from nights that didn’t plant me well in as a green absence. I couldn’t reply what burns my skin into a shape, … Continue reading

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My Nephews Asked Me for a Story

&I fixed my eyes between a horizon forming a right angle with a certain absence. a fire becoming a black boy. a city receding into a sour anthem. somewhere too tired of my silence—my exit diary folding into odes. my … Continue reading

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About Us

we under stand our trem ors so well, it is a str ing we hold like promise again st our wound to play a music of absence louder. Mesioye Johnson is a writer who loves the darkness of the world, … Continue reading

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