In a box where nothing justifies my blackness, I am the temperature of the sky a minute after sundown. Only apostasy and my lust for godhood have kept me away f...
Paul Chuks is a freelancer, poet, and storyteller. He is of Igbo descent and resides in Nigeria. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in The Atlanta Review, Hobart, Heavy Feather Review, Trampset, Anomalous Press & elsewhere. He is a reader at Palette Poetry, Mud Season Review, and The Forge. When he’s not reading or writing, he’s analyzing hip-hop verses or moving his body rhythmically to the songs raving on his roof.