A sudden night An eve of unexpected beginnings I lie still Unsure of what is demanded from me But you turn and smile And I am carried away I step round the hurdle Because you say I am ok. Why did I listen We were strangers that evening Yet you struck a chord One I didn’t know was inside of me I put my head in yours I followed you to the sea And soon I was lost In the deep green within. Call me stranger These fingers won’t lie still.

Stand here, each whisper to me No, here Stand by me I’m staying open, I proudly announce. We used to be friends they chorus But I’m open now and cross my arms. Open to what they ask There’s nothing there Just occupied places You’ll belong no where Here, you have a friend Doubt creeps in and smiles Frozen teeth and gums glint in a now burning sun. I wait by the roadside for the passing cars Open and exposed, smiles doubt. He waits by my uncrossed arm I look back, and wonder Maybe I’m out too f...

I tripped my way inside. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Not the entrance, but the red fire engine truck waiting by the entrance. You know the kind, the monster variety … the type kids can crash multiple times over. Yes, I know. Good value and all that. I’m just saying, it’s the kind that when you step on, it carries your weight and there’s the disaster waiting. I mean who leaves a truck by the doorway? And then again there’s the doll, or whatever is left of the doll. I try not to look b...

Calen opened the door to his flat. He didn't notice that the door was unlocked. He was too tired to notice anything. He simply pushed himself in, slung his overcoat into the built-in wardrobe by the door and ignored it as it sank to a heap. He pulled the mail out of his letterbox, glancing through it as he walked into his living room. At first, he didn't notice anything different, his attention on the mail he didn't care for. The smell tipped him off. She used to describe it as the smell of t...

When Anjali was born, her seven silent brothers had left home for their partners and wives. Her mother looked over at her and told her that she was different and Anjali believed. When she was four years old, she overhead the women in the market place singing, ‘ mama Jando has a man for a bride, mama Jando has a priest by her side, who is the fairest to be born, mama Jando knows, oh she knows’. The women in the market place did not know that Anjali had overheard them. No children were allowed ...

Calen opened the door to his apartment. He didn't notice that it was unlocked. He was too tired to notice anything really. He simply pushed himself in, slung his overcoat into the built-in wardrobe by the door and ignored it as it sank to the heap at the bottom. He pulled the mail out of his letterbox, glancing through it as he walked into his living room. At first, he didn't notice anything different, his attention on the mail he didn't care for; it was the smell that tipped him off. She use...