Sniffing shadows at his back he moved quickly through the fair, soundtrack a low-budget fistfight,…

With enough units downed it earned the right to be called disease, the hunt for…

The good tourist might well observe, out of an ice-cold heart, these things that admiration…

Somewhere someone’s dreaming darkness. A hovering of fairy-moths, light blue blur at its densest, breeze-tossed…

I Yellow-smocked Capricorns disembarking on a soon-to-be Afrikaaners Only beach, made lonelier by the flutter…