‘My baby humps is sore.’ My three year old is dressed in a diaper and a pair of […]
essays
My friend didn’t know that her ex would show up at the funeral. He sat on the bench […]
I point my five-year-old finger towards the fish, asking my father about how it got there. He stands […]
For me it begins with a weekend of moving to a new house. Prioritising the unpacking of records […]
“You snowballed me!” she said through tears. You betrayed me. You shamed me. You broke my heart. “You […]
I’ve only seen my father cry a handful of times. There’s an immediate sense of betrayal in typing […]
Most of us have been there. You are at a party, glass of wine in hand. More often […]
I was wearing a ribbed white tee shirt with a wide scoop neck and faded khaki pants with […]
white nylon rope A text, that you had been killed as the passenger in a head-on collision. I […]
At this present moment, I am a meromictic lake. My face is awash with saltwater sweat, indistinguishable to […]