Rhythms of Purgatory “Dance for us,” her grandchildren yell, just as the woman, elderly and spritely, rises to her feet, a smile lighting up her face. Her eyes survey the congregation sharing her cramped living room, her smile becoming a tease at the corners of her mouth. She can feel the unwavering warmth of three… Continue reading Rhythms of Purgatory
Author: Enyi Anosike
Upon Tides of Leaving
‘Make me a fine boy,’ the young man says, his tone solicitous, expectant.
Then, a cheeky grin creases his face and his eyes twinkle, as he wets an index finger with his tongue and furiously rubs at a smudge on his right cheek.
