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The Lamentations of Dolores Day

2. you drop hardly heavy to the naked sky but huge hole you make with nothing to show for your being but the monotony you break 5. quiet hush do not speak woman place be humble be meek quiet hush do not want woman place be servant offer cunt quiet hush do not see woman placeContinue reading “The Lamentations of Dolores Day”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 21, 2016November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woods

The Malling Mare – an excerpt

The suns were setting earlier by a few minutes every night. The elders were quiet about it, but we – being the youngest and most stubborn – were loud and challenging. It was a strangeness we could not accept. We had so little play time out in the open anyway, it felt as if theContinue reading “The Malling Mare – an excerpt”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 20, 2016November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woods

Max

I figured Max probably had three items of clothing he wore on rotation. I had time to think about this when I got stuck in a conversation with him earlier this week. As he mumbled about his dead dog and its mange that had brought the neighbourhood’s ire down on it like blades – probably theContinue reading “Max”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 17, 2016November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woodsLeave a comment on Max

Imagining writing spaces

Her favourite seat is the window bench, next to the wall. The bench is a solid slab of oak; the window, a wall of glass to watch the world outside moving on foot, on skateboards, in cars. Here, around her, the smell of food and coffee melts into the din of brunchers. Above her, aContinue reading “Imagining writing spaces”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 17, 2016November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woodsLeave a comment on Imagining writing spaces

Max, the neighbour

Max always seems to be in his car when I arrive home. Or leave home, for that matter. It’s his bush of white hair poking over the small steering wheel I see first. Even up close it’s almost all you see. Only his bright eyes stare out from a clearing in the mop. I thinkContinue reading “Max, the neighbour”

Posted byTanya MeesonOctober 7, 2016November 20, 2020Posted inInto the woodsLeave a comment on Max, the neighbour

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