1, 2, 5 – so many! You roam with impunity, fast movers all Your movements effect immediate magic: turns party girls to ballerinas each, forms pirouetting – twirling open toes from curious...

You stand
in grey suede heels
Calves tightened taut; one foot
calm asunder
I admire
your sculptured form, fine fashioned fettle
whole body stayed
in
surprise
contrast
to your battle face

Her veins course formaldehyde, green against paper skin. I flick my lighter; try blind the apparition. Blind – before it skitters across my mind, leaving me gasping, choking...

The children opposite me are eating cars, bikes and people. Whole buildings and parks – there’s no escape. “Columbus is next!” “Umm” “Rrrunh”...

I find it hard to speak to you Not because I’m feared of you – because my words when called they do not flow, just jumble spurt First one line, and then another And you are left with...