john elliota hawking. a whooping. a savingIt was barely the break of dawn and the stray cat always searching for crumbs of food, walked on the walls of the uncompleted building and…Oct 13, 2020Oct 13, 2020
john elliotakuviyour hips sashay as you walk along the pedestrian lane on the roadside. on top of your pixie cut hair is a large plastic bowl which has a…Oct 6, 2020Oct 6, 2020
john elliotedem and a body for akosuathe alarm blared at 5 am. it rang through the room, piercing through the dream I was having and woke me up with a jolt. my roommate stirred…Oct 1, 20201Oct 1, 20201
john elliotthe girl and her heroThe clock ticked in her quiet room and she hoped it was the only unwanted sound she’d hear in the house that night. It was almost dusk. Her…Jul 23, 2019Jul 23, 2019