Editorial
Hills Hoist Volume 4 is filled with a sense of belonging and intimacy; it measures time and the degrees of distance between people…
HILLS HOIST VOL 4
Waiting for My Father
I’d button up my shirt or coat and keep waiting, like a wife. I was good at it, at deprivation.
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Rochford Street
We climbed the front steps. If we got rid of the junk cluttering up the verandah and put in a baby gate, we could make it safe for Oren.
Catification
It began in small ways, in the extra gleam she gave to the finish of her hair in the morning…
Unpicked Hems
Mrs. Jones walks the line, her pants hissing as she thwacks a wooden ruler against her palm.
What I think about at funerals.
Swaying. I don’t know why. Veering to the wrong side. One. Still shimmying. Two. Straight for us. Three.
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