The wrought iron gate has no latch in sight, and there is no sentry; a black gadget mimicking a remote control buzzes with static where the wall kisses the...
Author - Omobola Osamor
Omobola Osamor, a Nigerian-American, lives in Chicago.
Cloaked in water. Bathed in blood. Dark and warm was our shared enclave. Yours was the first heartbeat I felt. I felt each movement, each jerk, each flutter...
