Asier Del Horno

Pensive We assemble at familiar lots My consciousness consumed with desires of dusty patches We move out in unison, as we take turns to grope the round leather The boys All manner of sorcery invented by our idols unravel on the pitch, reprised by fervent disciples Tin gods, these idols As we stumble through adolescence…

Hessdalen Lights

He had his hands in his pockets. Seated by him on a bench by their door was Mrs. Essien. In a tranquil manner, she pleaded with her children to treat him like he was just like them. He wasn’t. Edet was 11 when his father disappeared, leaving Stella to fend for herself and her child….