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My stories

Cherry

January 12th

This shadow, multiplying mother after mother, is where my daughter labours in her own time her face a pale distance from mine. She rocks, gripping my hand tight so the rings hurt,
Cherry

On the Bright Thread of Time

On the bright thread of time I am nobody’s child On the bright thread of time I am not your mother But some kind of kindred spirit With the power of a larger body
Poem of the week

Artichokes

In the morning she woke, body a sun-baked stone only her lips alive. Light streamed through the window touching her body, dissolving its’ white dust to gold
Cherry

Land Girl

“A beautiful world,” Joyce murmured, “but going on too long.” Every branch on every tree had a neat layer of snow and the sun shone from a hard, blue sky.

Bubbles and Wasps

Every summer William and his mother set off from Brighton to stay with his grandmother in South Wales.

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