Gillian OShaughnessy
Hunger
I bury my dead in this garden. Over there, under the cabbage roses. They haunt me through the day. At…
Into the White
The wolves are out again. I can hear them, their hollow wails in the pines, slicing through a storm of…
Salt City Runaway
A sheep has escaped from the abattoir. It’s loose on the railway line that runs along the coast to the…
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