Flash Fiction & Poems
The tickets were cheap
The tickets were cheap, the promise sweeter than our mangoes. In Brixton, the ship long gone, we have our first taste of snow & resentment.
Read moreIn the heat of the argument
In the heat of the argument he once more reminds her of his love of greener pastures. At dawn she leaves behind her keys & his perceptions.
Read moreShe cuts up his shirts
She cuts up his shirts as if he were still in them. First the sleeves, then the back, then the collars. She sleeps among the shreds.
Read moreWe do not practice a suitable distance
We do not practice a suitable distance & so within minutes we are lip locked, our bruises nothing more than day-old pats of over affection.
Read moreIn the tiny seaside town the widow Luz
In the tiny seaside town the widow Luz plays Mary Magdalene to the banished minister. In such isolation, the washing of feet brings scandal.
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