The Sun in My Hands
The baby came early on a September morning. She was grateful that she wouldn’t have to spend a hot afternoon stuck in traffic trying…
That film got him.It colonised, then darkened, his young mind.For weeks, perhaps months, its images held him.He…
The owls are still screechingAnd bats are hanging freeStars are showing off their beautyFor whichever soul is awake to seeYou…
Sleep comes lightly in the summer. It is too hot. The night is still. It settles in…
I’m not good at city life, it frightens me. Before you ask what frightens me, I’ll tell you. It’s the whole damn thing. People being…