The plane ascends. Women disrobe, crossing into Turkey’s airspace. Their hair cascades like waterfalls. I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe. So much sin is compressed between my ... Read More
A pain in the neck. Brume spuming at the eye’s dead centre, odd digits prodding sockets, inner ear’s even keel. Eely fevers no anal -gesic can truly cure. Half-mask ... Read More
‘We should give it a name,’ Angela said. Her mother blinked at her. ‘You said “it”.’ ‘What?’ ‘If it’s an “it”, how come it needs a name?’ Angela, not knowing ... Read More