In Medias Res

Written by Issa Dioume. Laughing, crying and living. As I hear the silent gliding of existence - the unstoppable and uncontrollable gradual advancement - from childhood to adulthood to elderhood and finally to the ground. Humans. Merely actors waiting for their cue, all having their exits and entrances. Once lights go out and the curtains…

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Ruby the Cat – Issa Dioume

(Writing by Issa Dioume & Picture: by artist - V) Sometimes, before shutting my eyelids and drifting into deep slumber, I imagine a miniscule-looking black cat standing firmly atop clouds, around midnight; bathing in the moonlight. Like a piece of charcoal in the night's sky; only made visible by the grey clouds beneath its paws…

The Great Paraphernalia Argument by Issa Dioume

Following one long monday afternoon, after school Jack and Suzy were at home having an argument about an idea that had been brought up during one of their classes. A class that discussed the meaning of 'beauty' in our contemporary society. They rapidly derailed from that and began discussing garments and adornments that everyday people…

Early Morning Delights – Issa Dioume

Written by Issa Dioume The familiar aroma of the roasted coffee beans pervading the café's air. Taking you back to innocent moments of your childhood. The ambient soothing rock music playing on the speakers ‘ oooh pretty little baby! I love you baby’! Waiters rushing in all directions. Always gleaming with radiant smiles plastered on…

Colours of the wind (1) by Issa Dioume

"The bright shimmering colours of the wind envelop us all, we need only look to capture a glimpse of their many hues" -written by Issa Dioume (Image by artist -V) Deep red autumnal leaves fluttered on the ground beneath the clear morning sky. An awfully sketchable scenery - enough to make a painter's heart flutter-…

Windmills of Sisyphus – Issa Dioume

Written by Issa Dioume The windmill rotates ever slowly but ever surely - unfettered by the strongest of gales. Unperturbed by the occasional accusations of the greatest doubters. The windmill does not stop to consider what it is doing for it is all it has ever done and all it knows to do. No matter…