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’s 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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Deuxième Peau/ Second Skin

You are my armor To the world. My shield To forge in front, to fight The battles of which I, myself alone, unmasked And naked, am far too fearful for.   You are my role Upon the stage of life When the lights are on and the audience Shifts slightly in their seats- Judging my […]

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