* This piece is a response to Rob Wilcher’s beautiful poem “Carry the Water”. The stream eddies, as his hand drifts. …

Prick-Tease
Jenna could not believe her luck as she followed Jeremy down the sandy wooden path that led to the beach. Was this …

Meeting
They say your life flashes before you when you die. They are wrong. It’s your future you see. Like when you lean …

Carry the Waters
The boy watched the old man crouched By the pool in the sun stirring the water With an even hand. He was …

In Warm Blood
The shooting started at around 4.30 pm; most of the neighbourhood mothers had herded their kids inside and were probably doing what …

Gone West
Fred takes one of the nails he holds between his lips and places it against the timber, hammering it home with far …

Crypt-keeper*
“MUM. Did you send it?” Clara’s twelve-year-old selfishness stole her thoughts … again. “Are you listening to me?” Her daughter stomped her …

A mother’s bargain
‘Chintana darling, I’m going to be late tonight. Please don’t wait up for me.’ ‘Alright Auntie Tok, have a great night. Don’t …