I hear in your voice
…the emotions and memories of each of your last 29 years. And though your voice broke a long time ago, I still hear you before. Now I hear the yellow of your hope when you say “I’m sad but…
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I remember the first time
…my mother told me she loved me. It was at the end of a dutiful telephone conversation across continents, as unexpected as it was terrifying. I would spend days afterwards asking myself what happened Thankfully, there have been many more…
In a timeless darkness
…in the middle of nowhere. Amidst 20 bunk beds and twice as many sleeping bodies. Look at you now, covered habitually from head to toe in your blanket. Covered come heat or cold. Unconscious protection. One more form of protection.…
I didn’t like her
…for a few years. There was a time when I thought she was ok company. But then she realised the power she had and took advantage of getting me into trouble with it. When you’re not a trouble-maker, getting punished…
My friend, the dreamer
most inspiring, most creative. Soul nutritionist. Lifter of fatigue. Years and hours I spend with you painting worlds in colours so vivid you could taste the metal in the scent of our paint. Our brush strokes have shadows that…
It is done
“Raise your hands up”, I say. She obeys while moving her fingers several times against her thumbs in loose fists. “Does it hurt?” “No, only my neck hurts…and I can’t move my fingers”, she says. “What happened?”, she asks. I…
Are you under the bed?
As in, you are on the phone with someone and you know they have strong phone signal but somehow their voice is muffled. The question isn’t what they’re doing because we all know that effective people are always multitasking. (Ha!)…
She tore her knee
Fade out. There is a screaming. This sound has taken over our whole world. It is shooting out of every pore of a young female, bouncing off the walls and reverberating across the quadrangle, throughout our hostel and probably into…
Gallery of pain
My mistakes are snapshot, enlarged and mood framed with background emotions. For present castigation and future past reference. Your mistakes slip past you in a profound silence that muffles the shattering damage they leave in their wake. They move so…