Poem

CARROTS by Ayoola Goodness

  “Carrots.” “How many wraps?” “One.” A bus stops. I enter. The conductor beckons on more passengers with so much enthusiasm. The driver honks intermittently amidst French. Two men enter. A lady follows, she sits Read more…

By Germane, ago
Lust

20:34PM

What comes to mind at this hour? 20:34PM a bit late for a romance text Too late for an epitaph or consolations But the hour is not too late for the 3x Its rather too Read more…

By Germane, ago