They lived on the other side of town. The house had an attic and geometric tiles in the hall. He’d be in the front room,…
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…
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…
From the chair you ask, ‘Any dreams?’ A beach. In Durban-but-not-Durban. More Aegean than Indian Ocean. Rocks glow indigo under water lucid as Bombay Sapphire.…
Red cloak, blue fruit bruised and sweating, and the forest, washed amber but growing colder, full of snarls and a stream’s sighing and ghosts stirring…
I’d been pretending, these last few days, that you’d run away to your sister’s again, and when I saw you drifting through our home it…