The West African team—and Africa—is out of the World Cup. But watch out for Africa come 2014.
An interview with the poet, who is a contributor to the latest issue of VQR.
The Western diplomat cuts two lines of cocaine on his iPhone and snorts them with a 100 rupee bill.
“Pure Colombian,” he says. “Don’t be shy.”
I shake my head.
“A bit of jet lag I expect?” he says glancing...
Andre, what have you given mewith these scattered ashesthat fall lightly on my shoulders?
Mama, you know a mother’ssupposed to be there when a cryflies out of her hungry child,
