More, always.

This week. A man called Hamed died in Manus this week. A man with a family, a man who had done nothing wrong, who had sought help and safety from this country. Another preventable, devastating death predicted and foreseen by countless advocates for refugees. Completely heartbreaking. The Australian Christian Lobby called for money to fill … More More, always.

we are the storm

The thunderstorm today was wild and completely wonderful. The sunset came in a thousand colours afterwards. I worked with a student today and we laughed and made plans for her future; it felt like all these paths were dancing in front of her and we were playing, moulding her options into shapes, because sometimes it … More we are the storm

points of light

I’ve been going to the hospital recently, to visit a friend. She went in twelve days ago with septic arthritis, a potentially-life threatening bacterial infection in her shoulder bone. Over the past two weeks she has had three operations: twice to wash out the infection and once to install a pic line that feeds antibiotics directly into … More points of light

Flash fiction: free

  The first day in my new world, I thought I was free. The streets of the city went so far, I couldn’t see their ends. The buildings were long-legged birds; it was wonderful to be underneath them. Sounds were true, not muffled through double-glazed glass. Taxis lurched and wailed, people stood whistling at the kerb, … More Flash fiction: free