I’ve been thinking about what comes next. About how the story unravelled. I’ve been thinking about what details to include in the re-telling, trying to establish what is merely descriptive and what is essential to the plot. I haven’t decided yet. Perhaps the telling is harder than I thought it would be.
By the time I [...]

Dear Nablopomo,
April Nablopomo + Happy Misfit = Fail
I’ve realised that not much has changed since high school. I cannot write (or do anything for that matter) when someone says that I have to. This is the case even when I am the one saying the oh-so-paralysing ‘you have to’s’. It’s a sad state of affairs [...]

I have to tell this story, though I don’t quite know how. It begins decades before I took my first breath. It is not really mine to tell. And yet it is. You see, I inadvertently became it’s keeper, and sometimes, I rather think that now it is keeping me. I don’t like carrying this [...]

Me: I miss you.
Him: It’s like Swayze and Gray, Travolta and Olivia, Bea Smith and Lizzie Birdsworth.

There’s an idea rising, a quiet panic swelling. It’s old and familiar. Comfortably worn. It’s too loud to be sitting here, grimace in hand. I’m tired, and a little blinded, thirsty. I don’t like standing timid. I’d rather kneel and suck. There’s a shushed goodbye in every silence, too much hesitation to swallow. I’m side [...]