Tag: creative writing
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26 Sept: A Six – Three Months After That Day
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 30 August 1975: Three Months After that Day Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet…
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Being a Bit Backwards with Miz Quickly
Slips It’s all so odd, they thought, as if I were wasted scenery. Their failed passion. I was scuttled there for a while, my own narrative movement, and they looked at me like a foreign religion. You find that there’s nowhere to hide in an array of silence, like when Mum hid away all my…
It's Still Life 