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Love, Santa
Not that, at twelve, I believed in Saint Nick, but in my desperation I wasn’t above begging for a miracle. Continue Reading Love, Santa
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Before he knew he was lost
He tried to pinpoint the moment that it began, the exact moment when he wasn’t sure why he was going, but it all felt too nebulous. Continue Reading ...
Waterlogged
Normally, I ignored calls from numbers I didn’t recognise but twenty-two missed calls in the span of an hour was worrisome. Continue Reading Waterlogged
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The Orphanage
When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls. Continue Reading The Orphanage
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The Flight of the Swallow
A flock of swallows has just flown overhead. This is their time of night, just as dusk is beginning to deepen. Continue Reading The Flight of the ...
Circumventing the Crowds in the City of Dreaming Spires
I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre. Continue Reading Circumventing the Crowds in ...
Kirabiti
She seems unaffected by the midges now, her light clothes flapping them away. It needles you, her comfort in surroundings that make you feel so out of place. ...
On Going Fast
The charge of energy that keeps me alert – eyes open, mind going. Heart pumping. Dreams running. The quickening of the keys beneath my fingertips, an ethereal rainstorm pouring down ...
The Woodcutter
The blossom’s winged petals flapped and flailed and stuck to the little bare legs and the new blue dress and that glossy hair, she winced. Stop, she wanted to shout. ...
The Left-Handed Phenomenon
Throughout history, humans have sought to other groups we need to blame for all the problems in our society. Continue Reading The Left-Handed Phenomenon
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A Minute with Zack de la Rocha
There was an edge to it, a whiff of violence and unhinged possibility. In those days, the style of Leftist street protest was carnivalesque Continue Reading A ...
I Made Myself a Needle
The sign was a few kilometres back, but I’d told myself I wouldn’t stop. That she isn’t there. Continue Reading I Made Myself a Needle
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Some Sunken Cities
That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want. Continue Reading Some Sunken Cities
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Candle Matters
I drop my son on the floor and he shatters. Continue Reading Candle Matters
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The little story that haunted for a very long time
I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it. Continue Reading The ...
The Littoral
Is it kidnapping when it’s your own children? I hope not. Continue Reading The Littoral
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The Familiar Absence of Words
My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family. Continue Reading The Familiar Absence of Words
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The Princess and the Moon
I often think about the moon. I wonder how I may sail to her. Continue Reading The Princess and the Moon
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Hands
Taken aback, she forgot to respond. Her hand hung limply in his palm, until he dislodged it. Continue Reading Hands
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Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
I’ve lived. Survived the terrible twos, endured teenage angst, and trudged through mountains of adulthood. Continue Reading Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
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