A non-fiction submission. THAT DAY Growing up was serious business. Our tiny three bedroom apartment wasn’t large enough to contain the world created by four curious children, their overbearing father and their often hysterical mother. Every available space was crammed with junk; Mother was loath to part with broken chairs, faulty electronic appliances, old books … Continue reading That Day.
A song of people passing by To and fro all the day Each with a head of worry Save the little innocents making merry. Ah!Here comes the old haggard caricature Muttering incantations ancient,invoking deities ancient. Leaving behind a trail of her wooden companion. They say she was once magnificent; When God and man ruled nature. … Continue reading A Song of People Passing by.