Literary Journal
“…They were like why do you find this hard, it is just reading. What’s wrong with you?” Obalende is the epicentre of Lagos—Nigeria’s most commercial state. It epitomizes everything Lagos is and it is where Sarah** was born. The sidewalks in Obalende are littered with market people who display their paltry wares to consumers—pedestrian and in transit. The roads are narrow, and cars barely fit their width through with ease. Strays from all around the country find shelter underneath the bridge …
Two sisters, their craniums joined, share a single brain, together theyattend law school, walking side by side, unable to look directly into each other’s eyes, or everspend a moment alone, but competing in a three-legged race of interminable length, eachhobbled to the body of the other. They can’t follow their own …
Eat the grapes, or the plums. Leave the bananas,his mother said. Bananas were only for special occasions.When he went to someone’s home,if offered bananas, he wasn’t supposed to take them.It was considered rude, his mother had told him.They are too much. Now, in America, bananas are commonplace.To me, they aren’t even one of the better fruits.He eats them sometimes,but you can tellhe doesn’t really knowwhat to do with them. I never liked bananas.When I was a kid, I turned my nose up at …
I was using my fingerto shoot imaginary bulletsat the starswhen one of themfell from the sky the next daythere was a black craterwhere the dog park had beenand the obliterated remainsof a cat or two when no one was aroundI took the offending weaponand threw itinto the deepest partof the river I am confidentthe fish will destroyany trace of the evidencejust as soon as they have finisheddining on my eyes Suzanne Verrall lives in Adelaide, Australia.Her flash fiction, essays and …
For Sam You talked about the light hung at the end of the pier being muzzled by dense fog, but I saw a suspension bridge ending in cloud, such thatit wasn’t clear if the bridge cut through the cloud or if the cloud cut into the bridge, which connected the dotsto my advice on eradicating the ants in your apartmentby tracing their trail to its start and fogging it with perfume just there so that the ants, finding their pheromones overwhelmed by wall cloud, would not know whether forging …
After Kay Sage We begin with the myth of potential, end with a horizonof blank canvases stretching into infinity. I've done what was asked of me, and lost interest in everythingthat boasts a beginning and end, a discernible form. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a swarmof pastel suits and pretty bonnets spilling over green lawns, laughter overflowinglike champagne as my studio goes dark and I slip into a private, perpetual Easter. The opposite of beautyis not what people …
