A Swansong in Ash and Ember
March 24, 2025
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
John’s mother was convinced she had an influence on the weather. She had very bushy eyebrows that met in the middle, and her backside was
Inked forever a reminder to fight even as blood trickle down bruised, battered. Against the stock standard, against the norm, the expected. To be more
Ek was vier jaar oud toe ons ontmoet het. Jy was wild en vreemd en iets wat ek nog nooit aanskou het nie. Jou gewelddadige
There’s solace in the trees where the air sways against shadowed leaves creeping between ancient branches deep below the bark, next to the grain, beats
Ek het effens oorweldig gevoel, dis nog lank voor die woord gewilder geraak het as OCD. Soos ek gaan sit op die trap voor my
Miskien is Maandae nie bedoel vir iets so delikaat soos blomme koop nie, dis net te besig, te dol, effe mal. Jy het altyd kom
The corridor was short and narrow with only one door on each side. The door on the left stood open, the one on the right
They keep me sane, the voices in my head, I won’t survive without them. Some sound angry, they have their reasons they say, some so
“Turn around, walk away.” Miko tapped me against the ear and I obliged with a sigh. Some called them angels, some called them demons, others
The half empty waiting room should have been his first sign.–The view in front of him, chased by influencers and travellers, is lost on him. The ocean
My alarm is set for 8am but my body does not allow me to sleep until then. I get up at 7.20am. It’s such a
Lucky you, still so young and blushingly pretty, you don’t need it yet; you manage without it just fine. And it shows, your opinions, so
Eric, the town’s policeman, received the first sculpture thirteen days ago. Since then, he found a new one in his mailbox every day. The last
All around, matters were looking dire. Desperation spread and starvation became a despairingly real possibility. Someone had to do something. To avoid drama, I left without
“It’s 22:00, pulling down the soft linen, I slide into bed. I reach for the bedside lamp. A click puts a wrap on the day.
Sarah’s life would have an unhappy ending. Her narrative would end in tears, that’s just how it’s going to be. And from early on she
The blank page mocks taunts with the ticking clock. 3 Days and I’ve got nothing, no lurid explanation will pacify my editor. I need air,
“Wake up!” Screaming, a shooting pain, frantic hands shaking me… I woke disorientated and in time to see his feverish eyes rolling back as he pushed
He kept noticing her throughout the day, while they were playing on the beach, dipping in and out of the icy water escaping the heat,
I came to on a chair in the centre of a bright yellow room; my mind is alarmingly clear and although I can’t recall my
She’s tired, even more than the night before. Pushing open the dilapidated door, her fatigue increases as she trudges into the dark kitchen. Coming home
We met when I was four years old. You were wild and strange and like nothing I’ve seen before. Your violent outbursts scared me, but
I watch the two of you each day; she laughs at your jokes even when they’re lame as hell, he will be close by and
I was feeling rather overwhelmed; this was before the word became trendier that OCD and everyone suffered from it. Sitting down on a step at