Justin Hockaday “Summer: 1993”

The ambiance that beat down on the pavement Was children playing. Sweat. Swooning jezebels, Swayed gazes, Liquor spilt for daily libations. Notions of love and stoned thoughts. Wilted Naismith in the sun. Shaded park benches. Carnival evening attractions, Himalayan emotions from her full lips.    Cool breeze, Ice cream in the moonlight. Enthused by a…

Shannon McIntyre “Q”

Here’s to the letter, that takes an O and gives it character; an O smoking, quarreling with P for being so pretentious.   An O with a low ponytail, who drinks tea out of quaint little teacups painted with flowers.   An O sticking it’s tongue out, to mock the letter R. “How rude!” the…