THE WHOLE

  Remembering Nana Frances on Nollaig na mban (Women’s Little Christmas) Evolution 13. The Whole My grandmother, whose name was Frances and not Nana as I used to think, started baking cakes for Sunday‚Äôs tea on a Monday morning, slow and steady was her process like her concentration while waiting for pennies to drop from […]

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ONLY AFTERWARDS

He tasted of pine pressed into skin, nicotine fingers and beer bound breath naked beneath the fairy lights and twinkling balls as a cat and dog watched their shadows kissing on the walls. She tasted of punch, cinnamon sticks and orange scents with red rimmed lips and bare naked breasts to blush the baubles, suspenders […]

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