For Randy Rainbow
A young man wearing rainbow stripes
Riding on the tip of a dream spear
Embraces a down-market
Box-like rectangular display
The dream grows out of the slurry of the day
The petty wars in miniature that darken the horizon
The finger that leaves marks on the window glass
The best advice I received from a childhood friend in North London was to look at an opponent’s feet when in the boxing ring. This sage advice came from his father, who was neither a boxer nor a student of the famous Ali shuffle. But the advice proved useful for me, especially when in…
She ran from him just fast enough so he could catch her, and he followed as he knew he should. When wind blew and the leaves on the trees rustled, you would expect them to feel the chill of the air, but between them there was only heat. It emitted from every pore, from every breath, from every…