By Toko Hata The distant houses under the ice-blue skythe wisp of dawn fizzed and eroded until the sky, the townscapewas all oneI pressed the palmonto the radiatorthe tips crackledThe world on the other sideof the line was awakebut my town dreamt, still. Toko Hata is a university student in London. She is currently studying English … Continue reading 5 a.m.
