Beth Merindah

Beth Merindah is a creative writing student at Deakin University (Melbourne).

The Children’s War

Children at the beach dig shoe-box-sized pits to bury their little brothers and sisters. They dig with their hands or bubblegum-coloured spades. Some are swaddled, bleeding rose petals between soft folds. Some are skeletons, re-assembled from pieces of flotsam, driftwood, …

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Earth Apple

You stack his limbs, like kindling, on an eggshell mattress study his mottled skin. Yellow and bruised as though bitten by late blight. Hanging each breath’s a little dust-cloud his halo settles into sediment, raining spittle flecks on starchy sheets. …

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The Force Publique of Lithium-ion Batteries

‘For the colonialists all means are good if they help them to possess these riches.’ — Patrice Lumumba Then, our eldest cousin counseled us; the small children — The dried apricots, aren’t apricots at all, they are the ears of …

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Postnatal Obeah

We planted your naval string in a pit that your father dug, so that every Autumn we could eat sweet figs. We broke ground with white rum and buried your placenta with: the clumps of hair that fell to my …

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Middle Quarters

Worn women line the roadside waving cello bags of spicy shrimp — burning with scotch bonnet — they’ve dug from the muddy swamps hugging Wray and Nephew’s sugar cane. The asphalt, eaten by rainy season storms, is scarred like skin …

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YAS. So retro. SO GOOD. Flames sis. Hella Dope. Kim bangin. You’re so fly. You gangster. Sit on my face. Wenaaa amiga. Red is a feeling. Literally no one:….Kim: INVENTS RED. Exelente Excelente Excelente Exelencia Dope as f**k. MG FIRSTTT …

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Scandal Bag

The scandal bag spilled its belly on the foreshore filling the sand with foam, bile, grabba, and a plastic film that suffocated tamarind seeds studded with sugar. It was a black jellyfish swimming in streams of squid ink, propelled forward …

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