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 …
The Early Mornings
Posted by Martyn Kelly on May 20th, 2012 in Poetry
The new job, the factory bus; I saw him, then met him, unsure The cold made me feel motherless but to him, it was always fun The widest smile on his beautiful black face We shared headphones one day; David Bowie, China Girl Cardiff winter mornings are made to remember; The sun bends across the city, shy and proud And …