“In MyAmi” Dibby, dabby clouds puff along silky skyover the sea to tomorrow and forever.Wee fat legs go wayward for a plastic pailfleeing Mami’s coconut oily ministrations.Ma Donna and child tucked into a little shell ofquiet love on the crowded beach. The teens winging it, knees bending on slender skateboardsup the pavement, dodging the gawkers,…
My Son – Read by Christine Craig “My Son” My boy is on the brink of disasterprey to violent media, nasty,noisy music, claws snatchingpulling him out to the streetsthe compulsions, doors openingand closing quietly at nightthe lies, the excusesthe mutters and slouchesthe friends who won’tlook you in the eyesthe schoolwork not doneand the mothertense, red…
Kingston – Read by Christine Craig “Kingston” In a chic apartment high above the waterfrontan irritable intellectual looks overthe streets of Kingston, labels it definitivelyDante’s Inferno. His book lined walls standan army of soldiers to protect his troubledsleep, yet he plans another flight. He can’tstay, too provincial, violent, threatening.He can’t quite leave either. Estelle irons…