‘Yellow Man’ by Dan Stathers
Yellow Man The last time I saw you out of bed you were searching for fossils, two hundred million years of them – older than the stone they were found in. We were half the sum of each other, the weight of your footprints lessening as bones began to surface and the distance grew in your voice; light still hurtling across galaxies to find you … Continue reading ‘Yellow Man’ by Dan Stathers