MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

The little Martian takes a seat next to me, on this backless wooden bench. “cold day “ he states, slipping around a safe, neutral topic....

The Little Martian smiles at me over his horn-rimmed glasses. Little sparkly rings glitter on his fingers “What? “ The Martian reads my...

The Little Martian knocks my boring little book off my table and eyes my bright pink nail polish. “What are you? Barbie? “ “I wish” “A...

The little martian looks over at me uncertainly, he shrugs his little shoulders and looks apprehensively at my phone “I mean…” My face...

The Little Martian bobs into view for long enough for me to notice him. He slips into my books, into library nooks, into the crooks of my...

The Little Martian curls deeper into his tan svelte blanket and resolves to stay warm and cosy for the rest of the weekend. “You're going...

The Little Martian flickers in a and out of view from my beautiful pink room. “Are you sure there is space for me here?” He asks, a...

The Little Martian feels the first simmer of irritation upon his pond of Irish tranquility. He fills with irritation, tiny flecks of...

The Little Martian flickers in and out of view from my beautiful pink room “Are you sure there is place for me here? “ he asks, a little...

The Little Martian demands to be seen, felt, and heard. He springs forth upon me, in the form of a rubber balloon, bright neon,...

The Little Martian and I sit on a mythical babbling brook, ‘By Babylon?” He giggles The cool water sprays against our tired ankles and...

The Little Martian stumbles out of bed blearily with me, his eyes are red and puffy, his complexion strained, his stomach empty and tired...

The Little Martian nudges me in my side and tells me to let it go. "It isn’t worth it” he murmurs, all solemn My stomach ties itself...

The Little Martian pulls back the blinds in my mind and lets the harsh Sonipat sunlight filter through the dampness. “It's a new month!”...

The Little Martian hobbles into my cold damp room and takes in my disheveled olive tank top and bright blue shorts there is an incepack...

The Little Martian seems startled as he stumbles into view in this tiny, tiny room. “Ha?” We are both quite surprised But there is just...

The Little Martian looks at me over the brim of his overpriced to-go coffee cup “Hellooo?” He says stretching out the syllables in a very...

The little Martian sits on my bright green bedspread, cross-legged, crisscross apple sauce. Where have I heard that before? The Martian...

The Little Martian points to the sticker on my adapter, it's an orange dog sipping a coffee in a room on fire. “Don’t do that” he says,...

The Little Martian shimmers into view just as the first melodramatic tear rolls down my cheek. We are sitting in a poetry workshop,...