Hair twisted carelessly back, she squats flat footed - the firm ‘M’ of legs and buttocks, and out front a large round wicker work tray. She bounces peanuts, wispy skins float away, sailing silent on the saline breeze. Evening washes in, ocean displacing shuffled greys. Soft syllables of the mopoke repeating and repeating; drifting to … Continue reading This is My Gravity
Gueorgui Pinkhassov, NYT Magazine Sept 2021 The girl has red hair, sheet fine and flickable and red shoes, Dorothy shoes, with laces and legs that mean dancing smooth and strong. The boy has a football, not a soccer ball one of those egg-shaped ones that flip flop, like ducks’ tails side to side, flip flop, … Continue reading Dragon Rich
A stop-over in Singapore in a dreamy state of exhaustion - no desire to shop and all out of tourist energy, glad just to saunter and sleep and eat in this well-ordered city before tomorrow's flight home. Mid saunter, we took refuge from the humidity in an air-conditioned cafe; we sat in the corner where … Continue reading Memory of Singapore
I remember how it was back then with loved wood and clean paint and gleaming brass chains on the toilet cisterns. I remember the kind of old furniture that the families collected and wooden toilet seats not these plastic weird-coloured pieces of ... Well anyway, I know it's been 23 years but still, the way … Continue reading Revisiting my Childhood Home
Out of the Cave 