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This is a little first post

It’s been a very long time since I last blogged. Almost a year now. (And I’ll probably write this one in fits and starts … my blogging muscles are weak and undefined in this new not-Dorothy Black space) I used to enjoy amusing myself with the Dorothy Black posts, but for the bulk of thatContinue reading “This is a little first post”

Posted byTanya MeesonDecember 4, 2020July 8, 2021Posted inBlog

South Bridge

Near South Bridge they saw a party of drunk men with torches in the rain. The men were crowded around a small heap, of what they couldn’t tell. The men kicked it occasionally, jeering, pushing each other in show. A sharp-pitched cry escaped the heap and the men whooped louder. That’s what she told me.Continue reading “South Bridge”

Posted byTanya MeesonJune 25, 2020July 8, 2021Posted inInto the woods

The treasure

The ground was soft and the small hole was easy to dig. She had chosen a spot under the old Elm tree at the bottom of the garden. It was her fairy tree and she only played with her best friends here. Amanda looked inside the small velveteen bag one last time. She’d tried toContinue reading “The treasure”

Posted byTanya MeesonJune 25, 2020December 4, 2020Posted inInto the woods

The Door.

40 questions to Bette D, a direct transcript of the interview dated 11 Aug 2013, 14 hours before her death 1. WHAT TYPE OF BIRTH DID YOU HAVE?How would I know. Most important day of your godsdamn life and not two brain cells aware enough to bump together. Probably a good thing. What a godsdamnContinue reading “The Door.”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 11, 2017November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woods

Sink

I was in Savasana today after a Bikram session that took me far away and deep. I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days and while I was lying in that heat, that heat that seems to draw every last memory from my bones to sweat them out from my skin, IContinue reading “Sink”

Posted byTanya MeesonAugust 13, 2017August 25, 2022Posted inInto the woods

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