At midnight the sun’s rays stinged my eyes
On a temperate night in Charleston, South Carolina, eight-year-old Nro woke with a start, a grin on his face. Moments after, he lowered…
Linked arms, looking into the future,my daughters, in jim-jams,bought from Sunday markets,off the Thame Road,their beautiful young faces…
If you want to see the offset, the wayward,Look at all the children’s booksThen close your eyesAnd draw a simple map of a…
Isn’t it sad to think that we can never go back?To those long summer days when the only care was…
