THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST TIME I SEE YOU

Baba spins the maznik three times. I watch the coils of golden pastry swirl, swirl, swirl and try to predict where the denar will end up. Baba stops and cuts the maznik into pieces with a pair of sewing scissors, there is a dim crunch as the delicate crust breaks under the blades. Continue reading

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JUNE

‘It takes time to process everyone, some of them come without documents too, and when we don’t let them in straight away, they pelt rocks at us and climb the fences. I feel for the children most of all. Adults stole their food and their water when we had nothing left. I killed snakes and cooked them just so the kids had something. Continue reading

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DVE SELA: MALO KONJARI

Magdalena’s hands ached from smacking the locked cellar door and she had screamed herself hoarse. She perked up at Darko’s heavy footfalls coming down the corridor to the cellar. The scrape of a crowbar against plaster and wood could be heard. The door creaked as Darko pried it open with the crowbar. Continue reading

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ALAN BAXTER AT LIVE & LOCAL

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I recently attended the Sydney Writers’ Festival Live & Local event in Wollongong where I got the chance to speak with author Alan Baxter. Continue reading

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