my boss is from my country of origin has been in australia for many years he owns two restaurants employs newly arrived i’m just in this country and working for him i labour six days every week ten straight hours from morning to night he pays me four hundred dollars a week gives me one small meal and a short rest each shift he takes two hundred bucks a week from my wage for a bed in a room with three other staff the house has four rooms where he keeps his workers we’re almost

Linda sat across from Joe, her heart racing as he sulked over the pile of bills, as if they weren’t his doing. She wanted to reach over the table and shake him by the neck, ask how he could be so selfish, so thoughtless, to squander their life savings on a business he knew nothing about. She seethed as she leafed through the Chase Credit Card bill, the TD Bank bill, the mortgage she never signed for, the Disney Credit Card bill. They hadn’t been to Disney since the kids were

There’s a wall off in the distance that keeps immigrants out, as well as mountains and the river. And, on all sides off their house, there are more walls, high enough, sturdy enough, to make their next-door neighbors feel like Mexicans. John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.

My memories of him are divided between the person here and now from the way that he was before. The multi-faces and lives of Little Ronnie. Little Ronnie could light up the sky with youthful curiosity marked with a mischievous smile. No rock would be unturned to see what was there and what would happen when the unknown was felt. Little Ronnie’s parents would show up to everything even when he did not wish for them to be there or when Little Ronnie did not want to be there him