Authors

guts and gutters

Things that fall out of people’s purses call out to me, imploring to be returned to what they are (not done being), what they’re made for, who they used to be with.

conditioning

wear the sun as a face mask,
as in what everyone else is doing,
but also do what you have to,
as in put what you are asked to do first

Flash Fiction: Goats

100-words-or-less pieces about Goats for Farrago 2019 Edition 2.

make way

will there be time to custom-make our age,
brand it with our initials and tie them
tight around our necks?

Flash Fiction: Breakfast Television

100-words-or-less pieces about Breakfast Television for Farrago 2019 Edition 1.

more than wedded to the house

(but all I think of is the discounted sunscreen I’ve bought,
whether it will be effective in shielding you from the heat of
anger, fear, contempt, love, pride and shame.)

by accident, unasked for and foreign policy

the sky is your enemy’s
napkin, stitched together
by your forgiveness

what a magnificent view

Taking his place,
I sat the first time, eager, in pain,
numerous nurses cautioning me against
curiosity, but all I saw out the window
was a block of red bricks, a wall.

writing in vain

the telly has given its verdict:
the world is too big to be contained in its chest
and it cannot find a colour for its own blood
so what else but spirited away?

and who would, my king?

I kiss the bruise tender between sleep and poetry;
Slowly, a long sharp tusk of silence
lends itself floating –

Hamper

The wind will read your palm like a dessert menu.
Your blood will be determined, though not by
letter but by norm.

List-ening

a looming paternal voice holds grudgingly on my earlobe

Soiled Queues

migrate from this tightening hole.

I ventured 8 steps on the road less taken

sometimes you have to cradle it

Delicate Treats

A soul dances.

Anonymous Till

do you name your nature’s wealth?