VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

MY FATHER WORE GRIEF AS A GARMENT. Today my father cuts his hair low, he looks older & tired.  i can see it from his eyes,  myriad of life’s untold tales. i am looking through his private diaries locked up & hidden, maybe i will be lucky to see some of good recorded memories  ofContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin

On the Road They drove the car as if they hadn’t boosted it from the driveway of some  mansion they’d knocked over, drove as if the trunk wasn’t full of top shelf stuff they could pawn for pennies on someone else’s dollars, as if there weren’t designer bags stuffed with watches, earrings, necklaces, jewelry, noContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin”