Homeless children playing football with cans.”
￼ We bled for each other, the world and I. The liquid of life flowed from our veins in torrents of gushing pain; no one saw it. One minute here, full of life, effervescent, the next husks. We emptied in silence; it left us without the energy to cry. Mirrored, we were, the world and […]
￼ A world is crying Its tears going unnoticed Dew on the green leaves
The trash accumulated swamping Earth's bins
￼ Hope was the contents of a duffle bag buried by the sea. The last of the last, my child would be taken by the waves when they chose, not man, a restoration of life's balance. I turned my back on my past, our past and strode back into the desert.
￼ Over shade and shade we ploughed our lonely furrows. We travelled at night when the dark ones were least prevalent, when the universe swallowed them and hid them away. They couldn’t touch us then though I often heard their skittering, ebony talons tickling the ruined forest floor. We prayed for the moon to stay […]
￼ The ignominy We take from the hand that feeds Without a thank you