John Tustin


I used to play outside all summer until the sun faded down into the obscurity of Boker Court.
Then I would stay closer to home,
The smell of my perspiration and the feeling of my hair
Sticky upon my forehead,
Fireflies alight everywhere:
Little flashing lanterns telling me that it was time to go inside
Even though I wasn’t tired or ready,
The twilights of freedom numbered
And diminishing
To none.

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. contains links to his published poetry online.

Flights, Issue Five, June 2022