Death Does Not Know How to Kill by Jonathan Ukah

Death is a pageant for bad choices;there is no creativity in savingdisguised as killing;there is more life to the poorslaughtered before their time;their return to a better lifeguaranteed by their creatoras a second amendment.Like a mind soaked in the sun,death dreams of basking in flowers,but summer is its imaginingof how eternity must look like.It is not the heavy metalslumping on the ground in weight;it can … Continue reading Death Does Not Know How to Kill by Jonathan Ukah

London After Exit by Jonathan Ukah

I blinked for two minutes into the empty air,and suddenly, three years had scuttled by,since the exit bell tolled exuberantlythrough the cluster of doors and windows;the hum of the Thames was a metal gongbut louder, Big Ben groaned;I heard the splash of the angry wavesfrom the balcony of my distant home;and each time a ship whistled across,trees cracked and blocked the streets. A soft murmur … Continue reading London After Exit by Jonathan Ukah