Category Archives: Heather Taylor

Jamie lifted her head into the wind nostrils flared. Flies performed aerial mating dances around her head as she ran then, deft in her foot placement left rock right rock jump over stinging nettle, drop and roll under supple jack … Continue reading →

Stubby fingers greased the shank of the sparkler as Bernice held it as tightly as a five year old could well past her bedtime and her stomach full of saveloys and half a pint of her Uncle George’s Export. Sparks … Continue reading →

Auckland “Hey whatcha doin’? Nice jacket, bro’.” “Whatchu lookin’ at, huh. Pakeha faggot.” Fist through nose, bone into brain. Dial a sweetheart, you’re in heaven. No more competition from white rappers. Pass the bro anotha spot, huh. Chicago Direct eye … Continue reading →

The first time he climbed out on the window ledge at work, no one had seen him. He had waited until the cleaner left. Then Joe forced open a window and squirmed out onto the granite ledge in the dark. … Continue reading →

There are only a few ways to be born: head straight out, breech, Caesarean. There are countless ways to die, some unimaginable, and sometimes death comes before birth in which case the baby is stillborn. Sleep lies somewhere in between. … Continue reading →

Sittin on the doorstep Pullin on me boots I can’t wait White dog Ruby wants to hunt Lickin my chin She can’t wait Paws blasted by gravel Tail waggin Eyes on me Tracking gear on Rifle at half cock We … Continue reading →