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Bibliotherapy

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Sunday Poetry – Kitchen

I remember this as her kitchen, the one room in our house where no one questioned my mother's authority— her cast iron pots bubbling over on the stove, cracked tea cups  in the sink. How I hated the difficult oven always hanging off its hinges, so loose a clothes hanger rigged it shut, gas range whose flames leapt beneath fingers when I turned [...]

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Poetry Sunday – Middle Class Housewife

This then is your life A fully fledged stay at home wife, How comfy, how warm, Central heating at the stretch of an arm. How marvellous, how quick, The washing's done at the flick of a switch. How understanding, how undemanding This then is your life A fully fledged stay at home wife, How comfy, how warm, Central heating at the stretch of an arm. How marvellous, how quick, Th[...]

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Poetry Sunday – Domesticity

Domesticity Some days I could burn bookshelves, carve weapons from the wreckage, drive fearlessly past dogs and bandits. I could rocket through towns of dust. I could destroy the sheriff's good name. Then night slips around me and the bedroom is lit with a strand of small lights. My body admits to calm. I am the same size, but still. Outside an owl calls evenly across t[...]

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The Awakening of Miss Prim

  I really, really hate it when I read a book I read and adore turns out to be one that a number of people have frowned upon. One does so hate the frowny faces of the literary superior who fail to see the charm in a book and instead prefer to spread their frowny insults all over Amazon. And so it was with The Awakening of Miss Prim. Though I do not like owning up to choosing[...]