Silent Ballet by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Water
I remember sitting on the edge of the Bondi rock pool at four in the morning, watching a local fisherman mend his nets. He didn't look up when I sat down, just kept his hands moving in that rhythmic, practiced dance. He told me that the ocean…
A Dios Vais by Sagar MakhechaThe Weight of Small Departures
It is 3:14 am. The house has stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. At this hour, I think about the things that leave without saying goodbye. We are obsessed with grand exits, with doors slamming and final words that echo…
Guana Bay Shore by Kristel SturrusThe Edge of the World
I often find myself standing at the edge of the map, where the pavement finally gives way to the unruly, unpaved language of the earth. In the city, we build walls to keep the chaos out, to define where we end and the rest of the world begins.…