By Eric-Anderson Momou There is a train, That runs from  East to West, From Marrakech To Bangladesh. That rides upon A Crescent’s beam, and trudges on thin airy streams. There is a train, Out past the plain, Far unclaimed Bound for Steppes Most unnamed That brings our wedded men,  From threshing fields To mend them…

Estella, I wanted to include my genuine appreciation, my absolute Respect for you and what you do for others in your program. I had difficulties with taking personal accountability for myself, and blaming others instead of doing my own guided self work. I think more about how you encouraged me to self-start, and do the next best thing for myself. Accountability…

I appreciated this performance.

Short fantasy/fiction E.K. Anderson Today we wait for the Ivory Ship. It will dock on the coast, on the pier of Al’ Abyad in Algin. We will board it. I will walk along with my Sisters upon the pier, customarily—hand in hand —-towards the sea. Then, we will stand upon the Threshing Pier, for seven…

By Eric-Anderson Momou The growth of mangos heralds the end of the Ivorian rainy season. As the fruitage buds, it is a call to action for the villagers. Awake, they rouse each other from their slumber and rejoice for the new season. Men enter talks of crop and business. Between swallows of palm nut stew…

Genre: Milwaukee Noir/ a comedy A short story by E.K. Anderson Word Count: 2001  “Slaughter” by E.K. Anderson April 1 Hun, Do you remember the night we met off Brady Street? I was passed out on someone’s lawn, wearing a loincloth and a ushanka. The temperature was thirty, I think —and it was in the…