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Love is a string of cheese
Posted on April 3, 2019 6 Comments
‘Who says a heart must be rent
At an emotional whirlwind’s whim?’ Poetry this week for the YeahWrite #416 NonFiction grid.
On 17th birthdays and glimpses of the adult
Posted on August 17, 2016 6 Comments
So, here I am very early on Godzilla’s 17th birthday, resting on the corner of Testosterone Lane and Horsepower Road. Having two teen boys in the house means a lot of muscle flexing, boundary pushing, and territory marking. They wake with teasing exchanges that rapidly morph into the rat-tat-tat of suddenly flared tempers. And before long, like […]
Writing Love Letters
Posted on July 17, 2015 3 Comments
There’s a wonderful initiative in Melbourne’s central business district to map the trees. It was started by the city council in an attempt to manage the decline through drought of the urban forest. Each tree in the city was assigned an individual identity code, and along with that code, came an individual email address. The […]
And So It Goes
Posted on December 27, 2014 2 Comments
Their eyes met, her heart beat a little faster, “hi” she said. He smiled quietly. “You’re the one. The one I’ve been searching for all my life,” she said. He smiled quietly.
A Suitable Bride
Posted on December 11, 2014 12 Comments
The cacophony of clamouring cars, inching and nudging slowly forward assaults my ears. Poised pluming tendrils of dust and diesel fumes lurk in wait for any exposed airways. I pull the edge of my sari tighter across my nose and mouth, then flick it over my head to cover my ears. An arm snatches […]
Redemption Missed
Posted on November 21, 2014 14 Comments
The old woman smacks her now toothless gums. It is her anniversary today. Forty years have elapsed since that fateful day when she left her family, left all she had known, for the man she loved. He had been kind to her, and loved her in his way. He had been patient with her, holding […]
The Unceasing Rain
Posted on November 20, 2014 21 Comments
The rain falls unceasingly. Corpulent drops, ponderous with the weight of their watery load, tumble and roll from the heavens. They pound on the roof tiles dampening all other sounds, creating an impenetrable blanketing silence. A world devoid of look-here distractions. I sit on the stone bench surrounding the central courtyard, hugging my knees close […]
Rotting Fruit
Posted on October 4, 2014
Like rotting fruit she hung from the branches of the tree. Arms aching, tear-stained face, knees scraped. How long had she hung there? She had run, the gang of kids behind her, laughing, taunting, cruel adult-child voices rising in derision.
Mates and Brothers
Posted on June 5, 2014
It’s Summer holidays and the TeenWolf had a mate over today (that’s a buddy, or a friend for those of you who aren’t Australian). Naturally, that meant a bit of dominance display and chest beating from Godzilla. While the two younger boys wandered around doing their own thing, Godzilla hovered on the edges. Of course, […]
Asha Rajan 