Glenn Patterson The Mill For Grinding Old People Young Friday, 24th December 1897 The telephone rang this morning. Despite having rehearsed with me how to behave [...]
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Chelsea Rathburn What Was Left The headboard to the guest room bed, its mattress gone, the buckled frame still joined to one unyielding bolt. Three pairs [...]
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Ian Sansom The Arbitrarium The Arbitrarium came into my possession some two or three summers ago. I had been suffering at the time from a long [...]
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Kim Addonizio The Voices in My Head God is a mental doll, the first one says. Another says, what is that, a doll in the mind [...]
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Andy White Soweto Motorway Walking I grew up in the black and white bluesy world of Belfast. In a place where people talk politics when they [...]
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Medbh McGuckian Snapdragon It may be described as everybody’s flower, Like an ordinary rose, choosing cloudy Weather, quite unaffected by the rain, Sunproof, with golden lip [...]
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