New Margins by Joan Fleming

On the way home from art school she stopped to shave off a piece of her hair. The skin was new under there, soft as soft bristle, a new field of thought. She started meeting with a living room of women, drinking tea without the buzz. They invented hand gestures so everyone could talk at once. This means, I hear you. They talked about all the things they had and did, which others didn�t and

They Could Have Stayed Forever by Joan Fleming

There�s a free beach somewhere close to here, where everyone�s covered in sand. And everyone knows that sand is time, or time is sandy, and all the barriers are striped, red and white, like Christmas candy. But no-one�s there. They couldn�t find the rhyme for fun hiding in their pocket money. There�s only the space where they ate spun sugar, then floated off the boardwalk after their snack. Now