Nemaiza

Spring tries to summon the memory of warmth to keep her steady, but it is feeble and fades in and out.

The storm was rolling down from the mountain, grey clouds heavy with rain cresting the slate-coloured peaks and swallowing them whole...

She clasps her hands together, allowing the brightness to all but blind her, and implores Summer to let her pass safely through her...

It is by chance that Spring hears the truth of Winter’s death. The villagers no longer hold the festival of Turning in her name...

I plunder crab apples from the wayside. They are small and round, each one fitting neatly into the palm of my hand. I hold them up to the...

The world is at odds with itself. She knows it even before she opens her eyes. The air is not so cold...

She dreams of Winter. His blue eyes, his frosted beard, the hint of softness beneath the frozen exterior and hard lines made by...

Hickory runs a teashop on the dark side of town, but there is nothing dark about it...

Time moves on and so does Spring. She readies the land until it is bursting with rich nutrients and oversees from afar the ploughing...

Dawn breaks with its usual chorus of birdsong, but today it is accompanied by the pitiful weeping of a mother...

A high wind gathers up her skirts and wraps them tight about her legs, tears through the braid of her hair...

The final days of winter pass in a haze of pale mornings she never sees, cold nights she hardly feels and, towards the end, an array of...

“It’s too hot!” exclaimed Saphire. She rolled onto her back and rested her arm over her eyes to shade...

I always thought I would be prepared for my death. In these parts, where you are just as likely to get caught under the wheels of...

I lie in an infinite field of dandelions that will only disperse at my command. The sun is low in the sky. It casts a golden light over...