Hour Ten: A Hungry Fox Tonight I had to duck an empty tin can pitched at my head. Can you imagine having someone throw things at you while you tried to get some dinner? I’m sure you’ve heard all names they call me: tricky, sneaky,…

We’re surrounded by a blast of color and sound A flurry of lehengas and sherwanis of every hue The fast paced drum, drum, drum of the dhol Perfect flower arrangements, our favorites, lilacs and roses The clinking of wine glasses, the accompanying laughter All our…

On the thirty-second day of January I visited the strange new zoo so I could say, “I’ve been there, too!”   The monkeys were lazy and sleeping a lot, The elephants were trying to hide and as I walked by, the hyenas just cried.  …

Nobody’s land Nothing works here There are constant excuses for the never ending power outtages From one breakdown or collapse or the other The future of the youths are traded on the altar of foreign loans Debt servicing now the vogue Adept at scratching the…

sticky plastic mattress cover crinkles with every breath beneath the thick polyester sleeping bag, unused afraid to move and wake the campers the top bunk is hotter even with the ceiling fan that squeaks and wobbles like its going to fall a lost lightning bug…

I was told to cross the river,  That life ran bank to bank  But I,  Like it on the bridge.

It was three am when the snake appeared. Slithered into my dreams with shining scales and the topaz eyes of a mother. Not my mother. Kind like hers, but with more sorrow and a confidence born from surviving the hurricane. I wondered what memories paint…

Late at night A blunt nosed leopard lizard couple burst into song from the base of an abandoned oil rig just east of Taft stubby faces alight with pleasure as they pursue Puccini. “Che gelida manina,” he croons. She swoons — as is only appropriate,…

“Strike!” Everyone heard that cry sounding throughout the field. Enough is enough, and they were tired of having to find new homes each year because of a soccer field, a mall, a high rise, or an expanded interstate. Nope, they were going to stop fluttering…

2022 prompt/hour 8: “buttons” As a child I enjoyed visiting I enjoyed all the colours I enjoyed all the sounds The flash of the metal as it shuttled by The soft sway of fabrics The many coloured bits and bobs that all rattled differently I…