The Road of Death
By Geosi Gyasi
the meat that scattered
across the road was human
flesh after all. that morning,
the ruling party had come to
our village to launch
a newly-tarred road.
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Rorschach
By Bill Livingston
The spilt milk on the table looks like a giraffe in heat.
The exploded pen ink on the white shirt looks like an abandoned lighthouse.