Day Trip to a Distant Edge by Mary Norton Gilonne - Word Bohemia
Everything here is further than the moon, this house minds its rarity of air in little things. Boxed memories, inner emigrants. I sew pieces of reality back to back, the stuff of families, frayed facts, darned and underpinned, unpicking old threads. Look, that handbagged rectitude of granny’s posture, hands cool as pious fish, a brownRead More...