‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

for Phoebe Boswell The heart is circled by sorrows and bitter devotion – Derek Walcott Southbank’s Security guards wake anyone sleeping as if they don’t want us to miss who we might bump into like how I bumped into Phoebe today, sat at the tall window, drawing a man called Anwaar. I pull an extra chair and sit next to them and talk about maybe moving … Continue reading ‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

‘Status’ by Raymond Antrobus

  Status When you find out your dad had a heart attack, you wonder if you should update your Facebook. You wonder if one parent less should be your status. Maybe you change your profile picture, upload one of you in your dad’s arms as a white cotton baby, where his face is a bright heart                              smiling into your black newborn eyes. People … Continue reading ‘Status’ by Raymond Antrobus