Observations of The Urban Spaceman


“I’m getting real fed up of his showboating,” said Angel.

  The gentle beating of her heart is a balm to my soul’s aches. I burn inside when we’re apart, a thirst that’s never slaked. She shies so softly from my smiles, her brown eyes dance away. She’s had her freedom for a while, but now it’s time to play. A response to Jade Wong’s poem, A Heart. Check it out!