With its massive lion-claw feet and its huge bulk covered in worn brown leather, my mother’s old chair […]
Category Archive: Stories
And I walk with abandonment, want to walk it off. Needing to distract myself. I anaesthetise myself with my child. I feed her. I change her. I play with her. I comfort her in the night. This night is different. She’s not here. I can’t anaesthetise myself from life. I can’t distract myself. I think – mental pain suffuses me. I take pictures – this distracts me. And maybe it’s true of everyone. We distract ourselves not to feel.
Today’s date had been circled on my calendar for weeks. It would be my first solo drive, […]
After I dropped out of my PhD, I took the first job I was offered, because I needed […]
My mother needs an exorcism. That’s what she said to me one evening. Because she wakes up […]
When I was eight I loved wandering around the shore near the village where I lived. When […]
The room is filled with elderly women sitting in two rows of chairs facing one another. Silver […]
It flows from inside you. Edgeless pools of blood that coat you, occasionally solidifying around your life, with […]
Station One In September 1996, my Dad turned 40. On that birthday he stared into our fireplace and […]
There’s a tall, imposing man; a living, breathing brick wall with a moustache. He barks the word “hello” […]