Posted on August 6, 2019
How not to make my father’s sardine achar — on forgetting and remembering a death anniversary
Posted on May 1, 2019
Climbing rocks and a parent’s anxiety for YeahWrite #420’s Microprose Challenge.
Posted on April 3, 2019
‘Who says a heart must be rent
At an emotional whirlwind’s whim?’ Poetry this week for the YeahWrite #416 NonFiction grid.
Posted on March 28, 2019
Ripples from the Christchurch terror attacks are still spreading. YeahWrite Nonfiction #415
Posted on March 7, 2019
She pinched off a piece of the tiny banana between the tips of her fingers and thumb. Sun-ripened and sugary-sweet, it was harvested earlier that morning from one of the many banana plants in her sprawling, verdant, over-planted garden. She mashed it meticulously, breaking up large chunks so there would be no choking hazard. Then […]
Posted on February 21, 2019
“Rani!” The call goes up from a young woman behind the counter.
One by one other staff members take up the refrain till it reverberates through the cavernous interior of the pet shop, an echo inside a cave, the opening strains of The Circle of Life
Posted on December 20, 2018
Written for YeahWrite#401 Nonfiction: My dead are always hanging around, but especially so at Christmas.