Tiger Bomb Tales | Travel, New Zealand, Vietnam, and all that jazz.

I’ve been trying and failing to get words down on paper lately.
Even my opening line isn’t right.
I’ve actually been writing a lot these days. I’ve got a new job where being a writer is now my title and primary duty. It’s right up there on my list of office/employed/8-5 dream jobs, and I am both proud and pleased for myself....

It’s Boxing Day – the day after Christmas and a Commonwealth holiday I’ve never known the origin of and have never bothered to look up.
I’m in the shower rinsing off chlorine and the layers of the sticky suncream I’ve been smothering myself with all day. Despite my diligence, the potent New Zealand skin has soaked through my skin so although I am naked, I look as if I’m still wearing...

I have known many winds.
I have known the Santa Anas – the eerie stillness that precedes them, the way they arrive and warp the human psyche to bring about unrest at best, violence at worst. I have known the hot sticky air that blasts through the Southern Californian concrete...

MaiLynn worries that she cannot fill the space of a writer’s bio with prestigious alma matters, names of literary publications, forthcoming books, prizes, titles of grandeur. She has only the pieces of her writing: pages made from paragraphs made from...