Jiru Kinyatti

I didn’t know how she found me. I didn’t know why she was out that late, Sullivan was known for keeping his family and...

I still needed numbers, I still needed to do my job, but with freedom, doing mundane tasks became impossible. It became hard to remember...

The Lottery by Luce T. Spade  The “illegal lotteries” sounds bad, mostly because of the word “illegal”, but at their root, I don’t think the...

June Fourth, 1920  Dear Hadley Porter, I thank you for your open support of me and my family. Your leniency with our rent as you know...

You might not be here when I’m asleep You might not be here when I wake up But across the failing candle lit streets You’ll always be...

People haven’t slept at night for a hundred years. At least that is what I think. I don’t think my neighborhood has truly found...

From tiger lilies bathed by the sun to the green topped hills we used to run And when we come to lay by thee, please...

As fickle as a fleeting hand I state my vows from where I stand Though life does bring a greater good To death I turn and never...

Their life lingering in the light blue rusted vehicle that once raced down the road oblivious to the danger of the night. Oblivious to...

Her clear blood stains the clay ground and stone walls. Like water, it sparkles in the pale light and yellow sun. You couldn't tell...

She was found on the side of the road. Her body unheated and sprawled out on the gravel and grass. As if she was...

Everyone knows her because everyone needs her. She can always be found awaiting the truth. She will listen and wait as people paint pictures...

As they floated through the town like the ghosts they almost were, the after flood of realisation washed their feet. The theater breaking from...

The whole town knows her. They are used to the lifeless body wandering the town. Her short black dress floating around her form. The...