The Queue

It was nearly 9am as Kynn woke in the doorway and, accompanied by creaking joints and falling dirt, stood up shaking the night from his coat. Too old, too cold and too long without sustenance he thought. He slowly picked his way along the alley between overflowing garbage bins, pools of rancid water, and occasional … Continue reading The Queue

Anita

Yes she’s separated he says two years, it’s been rough but she’s mending In response to my whispered question. I’d been with her at the airport lounge she knocking back the doubles faster than I recalled her doing Laughing joking grin wild Has my boy done the lawn Has he done Has he not done … Continue reading Anita