Peeking from the duvet bunker, small eyes bear witness – the domestic fight has come again. Because there’s only ever really one. Engagements punctuated by…
The night my neighbour burned down his house, I too set fire to my bedroom floor. Or rather just a small portion of the carpet,…
i.m. Doug Telfer, died 26 June 1943, aged 19 years Zum-zum! The air shatters to shrapnel, white-hot, the compass spirals, the charts flake, and he…
Out of Graceland, shown the door, that time you sucker-punched a nun, a Carmelite. Just after you had paid a visit to the King’s own…
My children found my old Universe in a Box. When I was their age, they were all the rage. You’d reach inside, and stars would…
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Altitude. Frantic rooftop chases culminate in close-ups, a trailing heel just making the near-impossible leap to safety. Blood. Incarnadine. Always dramatic. Convoys of cars filmed…
It passes the time, pondering their salvation and moulding everything by it. I bear witness every night: ripples rousing the bay, then the swollen crop…
They’ve mud on their shoes, these city men in shirts and ties. Derwa sees that, sees how they circle like secretary birds around Old Man…
The impacts took place between the 16th and 22nd July, 1994, when your dad must’ve been orbiting on elliptical paths between the NICU and me…