Stepping down from sky

The car halts. I slowly twist my face towards the driver as I sit up straight.‘This is it,’ he says.’This is what?’‘Tarrafal’‘Where?’‘Come’He beckons me towards the cliff edge. I follow, cautiously.‘Come ... come ...’I follow. Much more cautiously. Beyond the gravel, rock, and dust - all far too dry to give my shoes any purchase... Continue Reading →

Dry

A madman stumbles around the white line of the barren road. His brain had dried up. His cup of alcohol is empty.   Nothing happens fast. Space so vast the car though fast seems to pass as would a snail crossing a desert.   Tar gives way to cobbles. Cobbles give way to dust.

Catching

Britain is tiring. In January I oversleep my alarm for work several times. My bones freeze and thaw in the spaces between bedding and shower, shower and dressing, kitchen and car, car and hospital. I cannot catch enough sleep. I cannot catch my alarm. In Europe I am still tired from Britain. I hit snooze... Continue Reading →

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