He first saw her behind a slanted chair, on an afternoon when the wind blew the trees so violently he thought the world was ending. She had spilt boiling water from a small emerald teapot over the café table. HavingRead more…
Eight weeks
She didn’t think doctors could have such rough hands. It is like he has run them across the pavement over and over again. When he touches her, she feels like she is being polished, can see the fibres of herRead more…
Shoreline
On her forehead are the infinite constellations of her freckles. Time dissolves in the mapping of their shapes. He traces their outlines with callused fingers, his bright eyes wandering lost across the surface of her skin. A winter wind whipsRead more…
When you come back
Ten years ago we watched the violent pink light of a rocket disappear into a crimson sky from the creaky porch of our parents’ home. We knew then that you’d be leaving us soon. That the blazing trail of aRead more…