Perceptions of TimeIt was all about perspective, although that word Alfie only came to know years later. It may have been perspective he understood, but it was frustration he felt…
The Last BirdThe arena becomes tense as the boy drinks the poison.The crystal ceilings shine red.Father speaks: “He stole, breaking one of the codes of order. This is justice, and…
Are you really you?Morning light has yet to cross our feet. Calluses bump his. They are beautiful. I know them well. I look at mine and hide them under his…
The sun rose in the exact way that it shouldn’t that morning. The colours that bled across the horizon were all wrong, almost in the same way of a double-cooked…