“Have you tried turning it off, then back on?” “Aye son, gonnae help me fix ma TV?” “Okay. Can you tell me what you can see?” “A cannae see a ‘hing. The pictures goan.” “Can you see the serial number shown?” “Ye mean they daft scribbles? They’re far too wee. Ah thought you said you... Continue Reading →
Villanelle: Holding a Child
Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself Resisting responsibility to provide protection An unread book gathering dust on a shelf To never father a child is like an unspent wealth Yet I am not ready to provide beyond my preservation Does the fear of holding a child... Continue Reading →