Audrey Molloy



Stick Woman

In the park next to our block, on a floor of dry twigs and leaves— Grace and I, on low striped deckchairs, a flask of water and some dates between us. The little ones run rings around the trees. We …

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Borders

We were tossed coracle to sand each side of a line that once ran like a guy-rope between us but now divided yours from mine, nothing ours but our border. I waited some time at the edge looking for you. …

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