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Spilling into Southwest Bays, a painting by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

August 29, 2018

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Impasto: A Journal of Literature & Arts of Oddities & Baddies: # 3

Asemic Art # 97 by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

Flashtones & Other Length: # 11

The Menacing Hedges: 350-Word Story, By Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah His body is that house. His body is opened and everything is dark though the moon is full with the halo of wreath, his body is hanging about with tapestry which is now looping up in many directions. There is a door apparent, which has been concealed. This door is open and a light is shone out of the room within. I hear a snaring sound, almost like a dog growling at the wind blowing. “Wait a minute when I look for the next entrance!” a voice says and I see a man in a visor going forward to the inner apartment. Someone starts coughing and sneezing. The dust is everywhere. I snag a parking space in the air in the last row. Because I do not want to fall into the same snare again. The thicket of thorny flowers grows on the floor and within the walls and the space above us. These thorny flowers grow butterflies and moths, making some sort of arrangement without speaking. A woman, almost in naked, draws curtains concealin

Wole Soyinka, a painting by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

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Spilling into Southwest Bays, a painting by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

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