Fiction and Poetry

When the Ashes Come to Hunt

            The village folk looked up as the sky changed colour from a lighter shade of grey into a...

The Normandy Stretch

Sit on the porch, Normandy moors Stretch, dream of dried flowers with no fragrance, did they ever bloom in silent fields and wooded shades. Plateau yield overgrown grass, Stand there;...

Twelve Steps

There are twelve steps between me and redemption.  When I take the first one and see my death looming before me, yawning open like the...

‘Dispatch 2022’ | Creative Writing Competition

Our annual creative writing competition 'Dispatch' welcomes fiction, poetry, and creative non-fiction. The winning entry will receive $250.

Dilli Meri Jaan

‘bhaiya, ek coke aur ek camel light’.

Friday

"It was simply imperative to understand the psychology of a man before roping him in and rendering him spent."

Lost and Found

“She had everything she needed: a little bit of laundry-change that she scraped off the dining table the other night, some water, her half-eaten lunch, a comic book and a tiny slip with her address scribbled on it.”

Simpler Thing

““But now, we are walking backwards until we collide. We are talking of women and their men, of the wall, of the weather. Of us. “Does it trouble you too?” I ask.”

it takes two to know the truth

this is a retelling of the truth, of my truth which is shadowed under his, he abused me, broke my lucky tooth, how uncouth, forced me to...

A Set of Hands

“And with every wrong set of hands, he wished only for a dispassionate life. A life of no knots, no slutty mothers and lovelorn fathers.”