My name is Ike. I am a writer. I drink way too much herbal tea and believe in the power of kindness, love and a good book.
I blog about Relationships, God and Style!
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Have you ever heard about prison literature? It is a literary genre characterized by literary work written while the author is confined in a location against his will, such as a prison, jail or house arrest.
Counting and crossing out tally does get old.
Check out a list of books written in prison at the end of this article. I was surprised by the first one...
Ishola can not be dead, they all whisper. I whisper it too. It can not be. I dig. I retie my wrapper across my breasts. My palms are damp. My strength wanes. I dig. It can not be. No one but a god could kill him. Ishola can not be dead, but I know he is because I killed him...
Ed and I enter a bar, say hi and sit on the stools next to this nice lady. We talked about everything; from children to skype to day jobs to accents to designer purses. She had me at purses, we would be lifetime friends, or so I thought…
Millennials are having less sex than previous generations. I never would have guessed. Apparently, it appears the sexagenarians and septuagenarians are steaming things up more than we are! Now seeing that generation in a new light. That’s way too much light...
It has been such a magnificent year. I turned 30, and I matured like a fine bottle of insert your favorite wine.
I met the most charming little boy who lived inside me for months, came out and now laughs and eats and poops. Babies are a mystery to me. I can explain it physiologically of course—the sequence of the birds and the bees...
