Tag Archives: Pat Ashinze

Banquet

up there in the evening sky, from a vast distance, a fiery ball of amber warms the ground with watered-down beams of light. down there, on the red, tepid earth, a happy, little child flies an obsidian kite made from … Continue reading

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In my room

in my room, I sing to the pictures of my dead father, who died from a disease that came from his mind. i tell him how far I’ve come. i tell him how much he’s missed. i tell him how … Continue reading

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