Charles Chukwuani : Writing

homophobia (against men)|misogyny

homophobia (against men)|misogyny

A Story by Charles Chukwuani


Homophobia (specifically, against men) and misogyny are the best of pals. They ride bikes together, and skip rocks at the lake after a long day spent ..
My Love

My Love

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


My love is not built upon fanciful notionsof things left unsaid and romanticized silence;it has no need for such absurd assumptions.My love is not the..
Becoming Mmuommiri (Excerpt)

Becoming Mmuommiri (Excerpt)

A Story by Charles Chukwuani


“I saw it with my own two eyes! A witch! Amadioha knows I cannot lie!” The girl ducked her head down as the crowd murmured in respon..
When Asked 'What Is Depression?'

When Asked 'What Is Depression?'

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


it's the monster living in the coffin,created by the bodily obstructionof sun rays,a reflection-less fiendso unkind as to not feast on blood,instead,o..
Tanha (Fire)

Tanha (Fire)

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


She tasted like unfulfilled desire,a fledgling flame,my tongue -gasoline,we turned bed sheets into fiery battle grounds,conflagrations of seemingly en..
Mosquito, Mosquito

Mosquito, Mosquito

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


Mosquito, mosquito,why do you bother me so?Are your friends so few?In that regard we are the same.Or is it insomnia?I know that too.Are your eyes redd..
If Only I Could Smoke Away Pain

If Only I Could Smoke Away Pain

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


with every exhaleanother dreaded memoryanother ghoulish tormentfloatingminuscule cloudsevaporating into nothingnessmy lungs would be sacrificesblacken..
A Conversation With My Femme Fatale

A Conversation With My Femme Fatale

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


"I could take you to the brink of deathand you would still adore me",she begins.Her idea of foreplay."It's only human",she moans,her tattooed hand pul..
About a Girl

About a Girl

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


I want to write about a girl.When she enters a room and begins to speak,even the loudest voices become quiet and meek,even the most verbally astutebec..
The Space for the Supposed

The Space for the Supposed

A Poem by Charles Chukwuani


what if the identities of the worlddon't fit you?like tight clothes forced on the big bonedbecause you're supposed to be thinor a frown on a pretty fa..

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