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Eric-Anderson Momou was born in the Ivory Coast in Africa. He lives in the Midwest, and is an alumni of UW-Milwaukee with a BA degree in Literature and Cultural Theory. With an Associate’s of Science from Madison College. His short fiction has appeared in Litro Magazine, and the Yahara Journal. Email @ekmomou@gmail.com for inquiries.

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  • The Yew

    Genre: Gothic horror E.K. Anderson We bought the farmhouse property for a bargain. It was away from the City, in Horus. On account of its space, the place was forty acres square, with casual hills that lulled us. Paradisaic trails fell along jagged limestone precipices, tussled in sweet pine forest. West, the pastures stopped their…

  • The Yellow Line

    By E.K. Anderson Genre: Literary fiction June’s six-year old is prone to temper tantrums. Last week, she took him out of school for a work trip in hopes of abating his outbursts. An excursion he will barely remember, she tells herself that this is a sound parental decision. Like him, she likes to pretend, though…

  • Journal entry 8

    What do you wish you could do more every day? Write.

  • This World, Immaterial

    By E.K. Anderson Genre: Gothic fantasy/Horror August 3, 1950 – Chicago –A momentary lapse of reason I was out of sorts on the day I left my wife.  That day, I lied, as I had numerous times before. I told my wife that I was out with a few old college friends, having drinks at…

  • Journal entry 9

    What activities do you lose yourself in? Writing. Swimming. Showers, and saunas. Making and singing music.

  • A Disembarkment of Flesh

    E.K. Anderson Genre: Fantasy/ Horror TRIGGER MAN I don’t know what came over me that night.  All I remember was a great tiredness upon returning home — a weariness so profound, that I felt a throbbing in my bones. A withering. And my gut was on fire. My head, was a tempest.  Working as I…

  • The Miracle Machine

    THE MIRACLE MACHINE by E.K. Anderson The man donned uncannily neat attire and bore the likeness of the Bourgeois. He wore a cravat and ornate cuffs, reminiscent of seventeenth century Parisian bankers and businessmen. Trimmed and flush with his jaw line was a graying beard, with patches of black like ground pepper. Pants perfectly tailored…

  • Journal entry 7

    Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you? I feel that I stray away from politics these days. Being “patriotic” is really a misnomer for allowing unseen, amoral things. You flow better that way. I believe in the practicality of Democracy more and more each day. But I do not align with either…

  • On Civil Disobedience

    Henry David Thoreau’s essay, “On Civil Disobedience,” holds true today. “Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.” – Henry David Thoreau. “What I have to do is to see, at any rate, that I do not lend myself to the wrong which I condemn.” – Henry David Thoreau. There are…

  • Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end. Day. End.