This much I know about dismemberment. It’s an absence, and a presence at the same time – a shadow-ghost, a persistent haunting, and a piercing…
The other side of the mountain, everything had changed. A digger had ploughed a road through the choked rubble. Fridge-freezers, cars, whole trees, the entire…
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…
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…