Funeral Hill’s fingers tap her spine like a ghost at the window. She shivers. No one touches her now but the maid and the baby,…
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Luke bear-hugs the playground, arms flung wide. ‘Really-good-holiday.’ Katie looks up from her phone. ‘That so?’ She nudges her new sunglasses up her nose. He…
The night Mamaw got sick, the rain fell and froze. I heard my father get out of bed and head to the vineyard to try…
Not being a doctor anymore, it took Mr Vaughan a few seconds to register the cry for help. The fall, the clutching: even from where…
I pull the belt tight around my forearm with my teeth. The women laugh on the street below, following my scarlet trail, calling for me…
ammachi taught me how to kiss / my small face in her hands / bony cheekblade whetting mine /breathing in sharp / lungfilled as if…
On Eid, I wake up to the aroma of sweet seviyan. This hasn’t happened in the last five years. I hug Ammi and ask for some…
She tries to smile but her lips stick to her teeth and all she manages is a gruesome leer. As the tourist aims his phone…
Heat spreads over your body, eyelids burn blood-orange as you rest your face to the heavens. The hedge rustles to itself and whispers idle tales…