THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK

  You had long black hair, a horse’s mane that I held as we rocked through early years and a red furry coat I never stopped to question while we rode across uncertain terrines that echoed his silence and her longing to not give up anything again. Even then, even at play, I knew their […]

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PAINTING PARADISE WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S COLOURS

  We painted walls into the paradise we wanted before I learned colour had its limits. Borders had been beaten into our canvas long before I touched the brush with borrowed thoughts. We painted orange coloured stars and wild hopes onto concrete walls and I trembled as she told me the parrots, perfectly positioned in […]

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SHINY HAPPY PERSON

  I do not play chess. I grew bored of board games at an early age, as an only child who lived in his head where fairies were magical and not mauled. I guess I had enough make believe on my shoulder, already. I was ultra-shy as a kid, I guess I didn’t understand who […]

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PLAYING FOR POSITION

  I played waiter on weekends to women and their well-worn wishes and worries, after or in between or in avoidance of the shopping and washing and cleaning and stewing, mothers sitting with mother, packed onto the flattened pile of the green velvet sofa, scorched with leftover tunes from parted parties and expired expectations, milk […]

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IN CONSIDERATION OF WHAT TO PRAISE

  Let us praise the Son returned, Mother and not rush to bash the dishes in the sink at the sound of how much I have grown since that shore where I broke from your breast, surely I was meant to be weaned before we both grew wizened. Let us praise the burial of Agony […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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THE CHILD INSIDE THE MAN

  Oh child, sweet child, sleeping so beneath these big shoes and ties knotted to a life of change and choice, but we had to run, had to keep going, didn’t we have grow up so quickly; stand up, show up, give up, pay up. Oh child, sleeping child, so sweet beneath this bitter battle […]

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ONE SMALL STEP, A SHORT STORY

  I woke up to the sound of the bus bell, ringing out at the end of our block, signalling the first stop for the beach. Kids shrieked with laughter as they played catch in a neighbour’s yard and I heard Ma mumbling to herself as she twisted the knob back and forth on the […]

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IN THE PLACE OF THE FORMER PRINCE

I flew back to a day no longer this day, returning to the rubble I had run from to catch the last slab being laid upon my childhood buried under a concrete garden, not even a root to latch on to. I saw the permanence of the pavement pour over the past no longer possible […]

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