You started out — showtime.Little feet, dark, cotton hair,You laughed before you cried,‘How…
“Do you?” she asked.
I sank into the sofa trying to find the words to answer. I sank so deep that it was…
Cobalt is the colour of kings of old. Mined from deep within stony hillsides it was produced by a chemical process so dangerous that…
A short story
I don’t know why I did it.
His black skin . . . God to many.
We fall from the skyas aqueous dropsCascading down a velvety slope that meetsthe sapphire sea.
The sea is filled with endless bodiesBound together by one goal:To breach the waves and keep momentumUp until the sun.
Still a child in so many ways.