Fiction
Racial Memory, Part Three
It was silent. I felt as if I was floating, swaddled, the only sound was a rhythmic pulse, not unlike a heartbeat. I had never experienced a sensory deprivation tank, supposedly a way to totally [more…]
Gareth Mehigan
Fiction
Racial Memory, Part Two
Having not used public transport for some time, I had anticipated a lively social experience, sharing my journey with a group of strangers embarking on a new day, a new week. I was to be [more…]
Fiction
Racial Memory
Have you ever wondered what might have happened if when you left your house you had turned left instead of right, taken a different route to work, taken the bus or the train instead of [more…]
Literature
A Nativity Story
Somewhere high above the earth, in what, at that time would have been called ‘the heavens’ was a light, a light with a purpose. The purpose of this light was to guide the various characters [more…]