Sunday, June 29, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0255
In the past we were both so skinny I couldn’t leave a bruise, it was bone on bone.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0254
Being unkind never came naturally to me – it just happened to be my only defence at the time. It never came naturally, until one day it did.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Dashen Naicker: 0001
insomniscient narrator n. - The voice in your head that won't let you sleep at night.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Keegin Munsamy: 0018
Epilogue
I am done with that piece of paper. All it reads is a eulogy and then at the end the birth of something. The rest is all mixed up and fragmented. I put the pen and paper back with something special. She looks at me. She is about to come back. This is not us waiting for our boat ride. This is not her telling me to go and then come back. This is her going alone. She stares back at me as she hands in her ticket. This is not a bus ride. This is not a train. All I know is that she has reading material and I am burning for her to come back.
I am done with that piece of paper. All it reads is a eulogy and then at the end the birth of something. The rest is all mixed up and fragmented. I put the pen and paper back with something special. She looks at me. She is about to come back. This is not us waiting for our boat ride. This is not her telling me to go and then come back. This is her going alone. She stares back at me as she hands in her ticket. This is not a bus ride. This is not a train. All I know is that she has reading material and I am burning for her to come back.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0253
New job: sitting under the table, operating his hand puppet sidekick when out at restaurants.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Montage by Diana Bloem
“A picture, film/movie or piece of music or writing that consists of many separate items put together, especially in an interesting or unusual combination.”
Her thoughts were clear pictures.
He saw the amount of loss.
They felt her sickness.
She saw him alone.
He paced the length of the lounge.
He watched time.
It was pieced together bit by bit.
Her thoughts were clear pictures.
He saw the amount of loss.
They felt her sickness.
She saw him alone.
He paced the length of the lounge.
He watched time.
It was pieced together bit by bit.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Keegin Munsamy: 0017
The Last Song
I think I saved the best for last. This is that song. This is that song that gets me excited. When it plays I am right there by her.
Come here.
Closer.
These are the only two words that I utter.
I think I saved the best for last. This is that song. This is that song that gets me excited. When it plays I am right there by her.
Come here.
Closer.
These are the only two words that I utter.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
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