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Their Eyes Were Chasing Sun

After Zora Neale Hurston Tima carried a long-legged ease about her, thundering strides of a leader, full lips and wide eyes and melanin. She would raise her hand like the switch in...

Aline-Mwezi Niyonsenga

Hadfield Shops

In the morning, the noise of the trucks from the distant freeway has stopped. There is just the sound of the wind blowing on the gate outside my window and, every now and then, a b...

Jem Wilson

The Glimpse

Calvin hauled the mattress out of the boot. He had it draped over the bonnet and up the windscreen by the time Ngaire back. ‘The blokes in the first car say about twenty hours,’ sh...

Jane Downing

Wide Games

Then came the Wide Game. It seemed a strange name to the uninitiated like Bronte, but meant only, it seemed, that they weren’t confined to their Scout Halls around the region and c...

Jane Downing

Rapture

That child’s hand above your head; the hand of a little girl long dead. Kakadu. Djidpi Djidpi. Two blocks of ochre. One grinding hollow. A grinding stone. Five moments of pressure....

Steve Skitmore

Talk the Talk

“We’ll be live in five.” I feel something on my forehead. It hovers there like a nascent thought awaiting identification, categorisation, validation. “…four…” ...

Maurits Zwankhuizen