Creative Non-Fiction Category
The Very Bad Thing and the Chasm-Exoskeleton
Posted on September 20, 2018 4 Comments
When I was eight, A Very Bad Thing happened.
Life is Suffering
Posted on September 6, 2018 6 Comments
There’s a much misunderstood but oft quoted Hindu/Buddhist tenet that life is suffering.
Rose and Cardamom Syrup Almond Cake
Posted on June 9, 2018 1 Comment
I hadn’t intended to post recipes on this site, but there have been so many requests for this recipe based on the photographs, that I’m deviating from the path.
The Year My Tree Died
Posted on June 7, 2018 11 Comments
It stood rustling its tiny red berries and pea-green leaves in the northwestern corner of our yard. The Japanese Pepper was my tree.
Posted on June 7, 2018 10 Comments
“And when will you marry?” A thousand disapprovals danced beneath his words. “When you find me a suitable suitor.” “Give me your requirements.” He scrambled for pen and paper. Rolling my eyes I listed; “Tall, handsome, wealthy. Doctor, lawyer, or engineer.” “At your age,” he said, “isn’t sapience enough?” This entry is submitted for YeahWrite […]
Jack, the teenage dirtbag
Posted on May 28, 2018 4 Comments
I hate Jack and the Beanstalk.
The dog of many names
Posted on May 3, 2018 9 Comments
CW: discussion of dog death I’ve had a lot of dogs over the years.
How to Make Lunch for Your Grandson’s Girlfriend
Posted on April 26, 2018 12 Comments
Invite your grandson to have lunch with you. Tell him to bring his girlfriend. Your daughter has told you about her, warned you to keep your opinions on her dark skin to yourself because it’s his choice and she’s a lovely girl and he’s happy, Mum, but you’ll be the judge of that. He will […]
Posted on April 11, 2018
My tongue rolls over the gum where my tooth used to be, pushing the suture into the fold of my cheek. It’s no longer numb from the anaesthetic and pain relievers. There’s an ache that hunkers in my jawline, striking out towards the gum when I’m least prepared.
A countdown of years
Posted on April 4, 2018 10 Comments
Seven When I was seven I started a new school. My fourth in three years. My third in Australia. I’d learned from the mistakes of the first two schools and was well on the way to camouflage. I had set down the heavy Malayalee-Malay accent I’d arrived with a little over a year previously. I’d […]