“Are you a superhero?” the snotty boy with a thin film of dayglo popsicle on his face, asks.
Free verse
And so, back. Down. To Earth. Where I belong? This, my home? This desert wilderness of beauty and voluptuousness, this abundance of colour…
She grasped his coat,the coat he loved and always wore.It stank of beer and coffeeand the waft of wind at dawnon a sandy beach in…
the eye she lost rolled up on the beachshe knew it from its winkand the blue iris, flecked with blackwas so sweetly familiarfrom hours…
Little Brother
3am. The insistent brush of my coat against my bare thigh,the warm humid air as I walk as confidentlyas if I knew where I were goingin…