Audrey Molloy

Coffee Donuts

for Nicola I’d never had a confidante before. You looked at me like I was the salmon of knowledge, and, sure, I knew calculus and could recite King Lear and the periodic table of the elements, and I was told …

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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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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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