We’ve been done long distance for a while now, sitting in front of screens on opposite ends of New Zealand. We could be together for…
My previous portero died unexpectedly. One day he was there – a fat and jovial man, bald, glasses, head pushed a little forward giving way…
I enter the hospital room and my body freezes. Before me stands a lifeless room full of clinical white light. Death lingers in the fringes,…
I am sobbing as surreptitiously as I can in a scungy Indonesian bathroom, clutching two strawberry daiquiris bigger than my head. My cleavage is blistering…
I squeeze my dad’s hand in excitement. “Look!” I exclaim. There’s a splash in the water where the ocean meets the sand. A crab scurries…
All I want to do is see him, hug him, tell him a funny joke. As I curl my fingers around the yellow rose I…
I had heard about you from girls who dated you in high school. I knew you were responsible for sending two of your exes to…
When I replay the memory of the moment I found out Dad had died, it’s like a film, sped-up, where I’m the lead character and…
This is not a good love story, let me just prepare you for that. It’s a story about having the world as your oyster, but…
Travelling has overtaken hobbies like stamp collecting and scrapbooking to become the primary pastime of youth in the western world. We are constantly bombarded with…
“Malingerer” is my reflexive conviction when I talk about depression or hear it discussed. Mental illness is the privilege of wealthy societies where basic needs…
I hate coming home. I hate having a numerical limit placed on the numbers of holes and suspicious stains my clothes are allowed to have,…
