Month: Dec 2018
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for Twiglets #105 & #106
It’s No Surprise I Can Still Hear It Those skyscrapers that stood tall were heroes to us kids. Looking down at us, laughing at our little round faces as we shot hoops in an over-lit tennis court. ‘Make it count, kids’, I can still hear her voice — and she’s been dead for more than…
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For Sunday Whirl #381
Two Left Feet and a Piano Prize I’m the one who stood a few steps away from the others, who’d shrug when picked last. I was used to it. It was like an unfamiliar word when my name was called. It’s not a crime to be picked last, but here’s a memo — it’s not…
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Quadrille #70 – Untitled
Quadrille #70 – Untitled Memories from My Aunt’s Kitchen I recall laughter in the kitchen. Condensation on the windows. Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs. Ruffled aprons with long ties. Politics in the living room. Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey. Cheers, they said. We children, we were told to go away. And we did. …
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