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September 20, 2009
- Autumn is pulling on flecked socks the colour of turf. Turf is the colour of the earth that you see when you walk in the bog. Two children wearing scarlet shirts off in the distance bag the earth and talk in sing song voices. You stop and put your hand to your brow and try to make out what they are saying. You do not and yet it does not matter.Autumn is chopped hazelnuts on the countertop to put ...
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October 25, 2008
- This hotel off an interstate is a posh one. I am composing in the living room of a suite and anthony is off in another room doing morning stretches before we dress, for a funeral. Down the road, Gertude Larkin, known as Aunt Jack to her friends and family is lying dressed in white, with a tiara on her head. I am told she looks beautiful. I do not look at the dead. I stayed in the house when my ...
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