In the shadow of South Africa’s great escarpment, the Ngwangwana river meanders east towards the Indian Ocean through a valley...
We have a mouse in the house this morning. It found the bread I’d left out to thaw for the...
Oral History Project Name: Memories of Life and Work in Central Scotland Interview Status: Restricted Name of Interviewee: Murdoch [Redacted]...
I sit beside a window. Beyond it, I see trees with leaves of all colours imaginable – greens and yellows...
You need to pick up a few things, she told James. I am too tired, he said. Can’t it wait...
The first and only time Lucien roasted a whole pig he had cranked the spit for hours. The pig barn...
I spent the next few days kind of mulling about. Trucks came for bales around noon, but I learned to...
The house stands, or stood, on the north side of the old Gorge Road, not far from Bridal Veil Falls....
“Bloom where you are planted.” So said the sign that hung over Ryan Berg’s stove. The rectangular wooden plaque was...
Wee Agnes squeezed into an empty seat near the front and her glasses steamed up. The stale scent of the...
Conleth Ferris tossed a cigarette end to the yard. He coughed, then swallowed the phlegm, imagined the inside of his...
An abridged version of “Fifty-Pence for the Meter” was broadcasted on BBC Radio 4 as part of their Short Works...