POETRY: TWO POEMS BY FRANK EZE
…silence evening hurries home amidst sight of a sun smelted into raindrops like molten gold in an oil fuelled furnace. uncertainty surrounds our
…silence evening hurries home amidst sight of a sun smelted into raindrops like molten gold in an oil fuelled furnace. uncertainty surrounds our
Here is one for you: a short story competition that has no restrictions on theme. Three thousand to five thousand words. A sum
And the voice came to seduce me once again…of home. I caught it, laid a pillow over it and watched it struggle…till she became quiet, till home became the long stretched road that was an end itself not a route to a journey or destination but an end to a destination.