2008:
hologram
seasons
table
text message
realtalk
the gambler
bapu

2007:
braille
the broken telescope
poem about
poem
*unit

2006:
thread
forget-me-not

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unit

Far away from New York City a baby was born at 8:21 in the morning. The early September sun peaked its way through the curtains of Y— hospital and fell on to orange blinking eyes. He wriggled furiously as if the he had just been woken in the midst of the most marvellous dream; the midwife untangled the umbilical cord from around his neck and clipped it close. She placed the baby on a pair of metallic scales. The boy’s father who stood on the other side of the room couldn’t help but think shop. ‘Six pounds and nine ounces,’ the midwife announced; that’s two dollars and fifty cents worth of apples, she wiped down his face; could sell them for about three bucks forty, and wrapped him up in a soft white blanket. Only ninety cents profit though! He thought and almost tsked out loud. After a few more tests the little boy was handed back to his mother. She looked down at him with tired eyes and whispered ‘I love you so much’, and squeezed his tiny body into her heaving chest. The midwife pursed her lips together as creases formed behind large glasses; fortunately, the boy knew what to do and turned ever so slightly away from his mother - just enough to avoid being suffocated. The midwife’s face softened with a sigh as she swivelled on her heels to leave the new family to its own devices.