mikaeljohani

Ideas for Life

i stop. break the soft stem of the red flowers hanging over the toll road fence. red looks good on grey. i drink the juice that drips from the petals. my hand grey from the dust around the stem. i move on. gondoks grow like gothic ruffles on the swamp. children fish with thin bambooContinue reading “Ideas for Life”

Nots

not the puddle of black water your dunlop volleys fall into, not the cold wet between your toes for hours after you had forgotten it ever happened, not the lime green shirt-tail popping out of her olive green pants (everything else was in its right place, even the gradation of black in her hair), notContinue reading “Nots”