What Wakes the Rooster (Part 18)

Chickens, being largely immune to the anxiety that infects mankind, rarely experience the feeling of relief. They don’t even have a word for it. But upon hearing the news of the owl’s non-existence—which was interpreted not so much as a rumour disproved as much as a glorious battle won—a wave of relief swept over the... Continue Reading →

Poem: Little Star

In my bed I turn and stretch, exhale a slow frustrated breath, And curse my inability to sleep. Minutes and then hours tick by, as hordes of thoughts assail my mind, All clamorous but nothing very deep. I sit and yawn and check the time, five hours gone since half past nine, Look out the window... Continue Reading →

Training Camp (Part 2)

In the middle of the night a chill awoke me. I got out of bed to check if the window was open. As I made my way across the room, in the darkness I bumped into another body. Two cold hands grabbed my waist. "Mossy, wake up,” I said. “You're sleepwalking.” The hands hurriedly loosed... Continue Reading →

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