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Old bones

  I’ve lost the ability to talk.   I haven’t, that’s a nonsense. I’m talking for England, my old home, my home no longer- I sit outside cafes in Prenzlauerberg and Mitte, drink muddy coffee and talk. I sit in church halls and talk, sit on the UBahn and think before meeting up with new …

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Suspirium

CN: This piece includes discussion of trauma and sexual assault.   This is a waltz Thinking about our bodies What they mean For our salvation With only the clothes That we stand up in Just the ground On which we stand   Is the darkness Ours to take?   Suspirium, Thom Yorke   She is …

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Compost

An old friend of mine just sent me an email. It wasn’t just to me- she’s set up a mailchimp newsletter. The email was about secrets- she has just made a journey to tell a huge, life- changing truth to people who needed to hear it, and when she writes about the process her words …