The empty swing invites all-comers to sit awhile to dangle, legs and dreams.   I stand and gently rock the empty swing warmed by the end of summer in fields of afterglow.   Sunflowers with heavy heads of seed turn their upward gaze towards the…

There’s dead grass growing all over my body as i annihilate another day in the shower, the water Drips off my chin into the rotis i make. I think of myself as a shop owner, a service provider to a variety of people in need. Paid…