The Middle
Posted by Martyn Kelly on Sep 12th, 2012 in Flash Fiction
“I’m not scared”, said Danyel. His mother smiled a little, but kept her brow furrowed somewhat after deciding that he looked like he was. “Well, good, because there is no need to be” she replied, and squeezed his little hand that she was already holding. They boarded the train and took a seat, him on her lap, her arms firmly …
Weight / Weightlessness
Posted by Martyn Kelly on May 20th, 2012 in Poetry
An immeasurable weight and weightlessness both In my stomach, behind my eyes When I imagine you walking On your way to where the trains come in Happy, listening to music Years after I have become nothing.