Anne Casey

On the eve of All Hallow’s Eve

We sit together in a biting wind at Sydney Cove while you talk of thin places and we agree that this is one of those— filled with the spirits of your people who had lived here for millennia and my …

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nothing happens in the burbs

we lay in bed talking about nothing till two came stomping up the stairs raging on about nothing one hot on his heels what did you do to him? nothing! after breakfast you put music on Adele, Sam Cooke, Joe …

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