Writivism 2014 Flash Fiction: No Juju That Strong

She sways and spins, her position held by hips as broad as a baobab. The feather-duster in her hand sheds ostrich plumes. They rain down hope on the woman kneeling before her. Mama Eve raises feet clad in green plastic mock-crocs. She stamps on a heap of cowrie shells, filling the room with brittle crackling.

Found Poetry: A Google Search Poem

This is a poem made up entirely of Google autocomplete suggestions to search queries. I took the idea from Google Poetics, a blog that collates examples of poetry […]