By Tolu Daniel, originally published by Expound Magazine So, you walk in on your mother having sex with a man on the bed she shares with your father. She’s down on all fours, and the man is taking her from behind as those horny compound dogs do in the middle…

Sometime in 2018, a recently deceased friend asked me what I would do when a loved one becomes no more. When they asked this question, they didn’t mean just death, in fact they were trying to get me to consider what it means for a person to disappear as well…

and when we think about why we left, may we not forget the days of darkness, the nights of bullets, the mornings of despair, the votes casted in hopelessness, the classrooms without teachers. may we not forget the laws to stifle, the uniformed armed robbers, or the bandits clothed in…

Sophia likes to talk to trees, i tell her i believe in stories, we are both silent. soft winds probe the back of our skins, her blue eyes twinkle as the stars arrive the night sky she is probably talking about the divinity in nature as the romantics of old…

Sometimes I would sit by the window and watch as ants march in long columns along the horizontal frame of the louvers in my room. They would march the way soldiers marched in a parade, chest puffed, shoulders up, arms swinging and face forward. I would even imagine their regiments…

By Tolu Daniel As a boy testing out his reading ability beyond the classroom, reading signs on a wall was a favorite thing and the signs that fascinated me the most were always the ones written in uneven sprawling letters. …