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This boy is covered in shades of dirt and sweetly sweated grime, carrying a tiny slug on his index finger before tucking it into his shirt pocket for safe keeping. This boy wraps a bag of flour in a blanket and fiercely defends his baby against smaller hands, he crys…

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Children tonight, teeth scrubbed and faces washed, asked me to sing to them as they drifted, and so I did. Songs about sunshine and about pineapples and about the land…

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I picked her up at the airport, hollow, practically deserted. “She has Alzheimer’s.” They quickly gave me a pass to meet her at the gate. Calling a sweetheart while I wait, wishing to be drunk. She arrives 80, but girlish, looking happy, lucid and giddy. It’s so easy when she’s…

Small hands and tiny eyebrows resting over sweet skin, pink cheeks and cornsilk for hair as they sleep and breath and exhale a sweet scent that I have breathed since it…

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