He came, he went, he left her with the baby. Then (as though hardly-done) he moped his lot. The burden of self-pity said: “save me, I am lost – stripped of cause and future plot”. […]

He came, he went, he left her with the baby. Then (as though hardly-done) he moped his lot. The burden of self-pity said: “save me, I am lost – stripped of cause and future plot”. […]
He came, he went, left me none the wiser. More or less, it seems, this was his intent. I am, through him, left the improviser. It’s mine: mine to wonder, mine to invent, mine to […]
Yesterday, I watched a boy crawling commando-style across a carpet-rug. Giggling and chortling, rising and falling, pushing and pulling with a hauling tug. In jungle-greens he scampered, head down low. He moved in spits and […]