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History
They didn't know what they were getting into, the day the 1920s came. The 1920s arrived with its bags packed and they politely offered to serve it tea in the orangery. That was a mistake.
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Selkie
I used to live in a grey stone terrace. It was not remarkable. The girl next door was.
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Paper Feet
She used to tell me I'd catch my death, leaving my hair wet. She'd make fish cakes in cases of orange breadcrumbs. Walk me home from PVA smelling art classes. Then one day she had to Stop and
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Returning
Yesterday, I went back to the house I grew up in. It was silent and cold. The walls were caving and the windows craving light. Dusty shrapnel spattered as I picked my way Across the hall.
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In Memory
The skies are moving fast these days, They rip across dragging chins along the pavement And taking the light against their bellies in Pinks reflected in the oils of old masters.
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