Spoons

When she was dying, it was easy to see her spoons dripping off her remote controlled hospital bed.

Whimsy

The cure for pain / is inside the crane / that drifts heavy / over the house.

King Jaja

When the boats moved away from Opobo, we were there, in the broken hands of time...

Snip

I sob for a moment into the nubby polyester and consider sucking my thumb. I try it but...