Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: broken promises, behind closed doors, beyond words, what do you see? I'm not so strong anymore, a lion came to me on my way home, wanted to disappear, adult (as a verb), sunlight through the curtains, the neighbor's pig, weird, choose tiny, what you should know, … Continue reading Maddie Greenwood and Her Pig Jane
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Immigrant
i Blades not sharp or brutal but tender and yielding to the weight of my bare feet sprout on this thin layer of soil that hugs the Donegal coast. I grasp a clump of green shoots in my fist: does that make it mine or does it belong to a middle-aged man with a piece … Continue reading Immigrant