October 5, 2022
Short Fiction: “I get out the car and walk up to Gideon. His bag is lighter than my tote. In addition to his black eye, there’s a dried blood stain on his paisley chiffon blouse.”
October 10, 2022
Short Fiction: “Grief takes different shapes they say. At times my imagination wanders as I lie awake in the early hours. When a tree branch taps my window I believe it’s Stephen out there, waiting to come in so we can lie once again, safe in each other’s arms.”
October 12, 2022
Creative Non-Fiction: “We bought our last candle on the coldest day of the year. I remember because the weather man warned not to travel that morning, but we went anyway.”
November 2, 2022
Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 7, 2022
Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 14, 2022
Fiction: “A memory. Me, as a child, grease-and-salt-stuffed air. The verdant slime of the sea-weeded shore.”
November 21, 2022
Fiction: “So this afternoon, this fantastically, impossibly unlikely configuration, will not come again.”
December 1, 2022
Fiction: “He’s rolling up a ten foot length of astro turf into what looks like a giant sized spliff of fake grass.”
December 12, 2022
Fiction: “I can see your foot, your scuffed cool-kid sneakers, laces undone, next to my seat. You are sitting low in the chair behind me; I can picture you slouching without turning around. ”
December 23, 2022
Fiction: “Hands clasped at me as I pulled you through the room, and I smiled and greeted and smiled again but I never let go of your hand, do you remember that? I kept you close to me.”
January 20, 2023
Fiction: “One of the guards tried to calm me down. ‘We’re just doing our job, following the rules. The ladies have complained.’ And then he added jokingly, ‘dear engineer, you do know this place is not completely private, it’s ‘privastate’ as we call it…’ and then burst into laughter at their own stupid wordplay, spraying his saliva on my face. Last year, they also harassed me for wearing sandals with no socks.”
February 1, 2023
Fiction: “She wishes that she had kept a written record of all the epic bloody nonsense that has come out of his mouth over the years because she could have gained some kind of minor social media fame and parleyed a book deal out of it to boot: Shit My Stupid Shag Buddy Says.”
February 16, 2023
Fiction: “Hugmanay 1983 – ah’m sat oan the couch in the livin’ room. Telly’s oan an’ it’s jist me an’ ma muther an faither cos ma twa bruthers are oot wi’ their pals. Scotch an’ Wry afore some Hugmanay show comes oan efter. Ah’m hopin’ the 50p slot meter disnae run oot on oor rented TV ...”
February 28, 2023
"How long he sat in his car he couldn’t say, but he pulled out of the hospital car park when the noise of an approaching ambulance interrupted his thoughts. He somehow ended up on the Sea Point Promenade again, sitting on the bench they had sat on so many times before. By the time the sun set, painting the Cape Town sky a marvellous orange-yellow-purple, he had made his decision."