Katie OldhamSpaceI stare at the faint grey stain on my bedroom wall, where I’d spent the afternoon scouring galaxies of speckled mould out of the paintwork…May 11, 2017May 11, 2017
Katie OldhamRoom 32The unpleasant, gritty dryness coating my tongue was the first sensation I registered as I came to. I sputtered pathetically, wiping my…Sep 7, 2016Sep 7, 2016
Katie OldhamPhaseThe hangover rolled through my mind like the wet plastic slap of a bare foot on linoleum.Jul 30, 2016Jul 30, 2016
Katie OldhamCustomsI arranged my features into the soft displeasure of sleep depravation my fellow passengers wore like a uniform, and shuffled awkwardly…Jul 27, 2016Jul 27, 2016
Katie OldhamCreepheatThe small bespectacled man behind the counter lowered his paper conspiratorially, surveying the woman with a wary squint which nestled just…Jul 20, 2016Jul 20, 2016
Katie OldhamAfter LightCome forward now, child, and follow my voice. The echoes of fresh history have delivered you to me, and it’s okay to cry because you do not…Nov 17, 2015Nov 17, 2015
Katie OldhamDustOne of my earliest memories of growing up in Cape Town is being on a bus with my Aunt. We’d been swimming in the ocean, I remember, my hair…Oct 30, 2015Oct 30, 2015
