As Popeye, I’m seeking my own Olive Oyl, to sail seas of endless sunsets..
Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of… Read more Cocoon of Corridors
a conversation in the kitchen
‘You will not frisk me! And don’t even think about strip searching me!’ Fists on hips, glaring up at the Customs… Read more Tooth-Fay Tooth-Spit II
A tooth fairy throws tantrum!