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We’re playing statues in the hall. I’m at the front door, trying to sneak up on Angela in her house. Her mum has come into some money and bought her...

This story, set in 1939 is about a white boy and a black girl brought together when he saves her life and takes her to his Tennessee mountain farm home. It looks at the complexity of racial attitudes in society and famillies. The family is involved in the manufacture and sale of illegal whiskey.

I’m in my local café having breakfast: coffee and toast. This place suits my temperament. There’s nearly always an empty table, Salsa plays on the...

The little community bus that runs between Ringwood and Poulner had swallowed most of its passengers by the time we arrived at the stop in Meeting...

A poem.

Frost covered brick, like glacé cherries, take a bite, lose your teeth. Cities grow faster than trees, amid once green fields. Lungs become like...

There’s nothing else to do. Pizza Face and me with our duffle hoods up, in driving rain, are kicking a ball against the washhouse wall, playing...

His Love P K Routray A near circular space that is a human face havibg a diameter of ten centimeters covered by eyes, nose, mouth and ears can still...

The sound of thunder woke me up. I stretched. The alarm clock read 8:15. Hubert was probably in his favorite place. The smell of fresh coffee was...