Short Story: Mythology of Childhood

I. The Barbie dolls are asleep. We switch off the lights in the playroom, shut the antique doors and hurry … More

Personal Essay: David Bowie in His Labyrinth

For me, David Bowie wasn’t an ageless celebrity to rival the likes of Madonna or Bob Dylan, but a strange, … More

Last night Mummy made me eat chicken clear soup, except it wasn’t chicken clear or clear chicken but filled with … More

Saudade i. the starlit sky is a love poem for the girl in a polka-dotted dress her fingers entwined with … More

A montage of images and musings on the agony of growing up and apart “Ring-a-ring-a-roses, A pocket full of posies; Ashes! … More

mum’s polka-dotted apron would be stained brown and yellow; a child would peer at the strange orange universe inside a … More