They lived on the other side of town. The house had an attic and geometric tiles in the hall. Heβd 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 β the domestic fight has come again. Because thereβs 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 Kingβs own…
My children found my old Universe in a Box. When I was their age, they were all the rage. Youβd reach inside, and stars would…
From the chair you ask, βAny dreams?β 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 streamβs sighing and ghosts stirring…
Iβd been pretending, these last few days, that youβd run away to your sisterβs again, and when I saw you drifting through our home it…