fiction – This Labyrinth I Roam

Guest Blog – Women’s Shoes

Some people collect stamps. Jonathan Myers hoarded women’s shoes. Neatly labelled the footwear stood on shelves in a wardrobe dedicated to the purpose. Natalie. He remembered the girl. She had stood at a little over 5 feet 3 inches in those black stilettos, her long black hair tied up in pigtails. Martha. A slim busty…

Edge of Desire

Amma told us at dinner that Agnes Aunty had started baking cake again. We didn’t have calendars in the house, just an old time piece on the shelf behind God’s photos and all our old hand-me-down text books. Agnes Aunty was our season clock. We knew it was summer when mother would bring home nimboo…

The other side of goodbye

Either I only truly get attached to people who stay or … well, what else can it be? Like a web, I’ve built a solid foundation from which I jump from place to place knowing that even when I fall, I can drag myself back because of that strand that binds me to my architectural masterpiece. This,…

Lines on a page

We are empty words. Scribbled on napkins and on the back of movie tickets. A footnote at the end of a scientific transcript. I try to reach the end, to finish this but every time I try to read you, I lose myself.

Please, let me sleep?

I shouldn’t let myself sleep. I don’t really know you and yet, In my dreams we are in love. Different places – A turqouise ocean, An old heritage building, A volcano Always the same story – We are great friends, We backpack together, We realize we have always loved each other. We kiss. Oh that…