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A poem where childhood joie de vivre soothes adult fears charms Alison Chisholm
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IT’S been an emotional few weeks in the Grigg household, now that my Mum has gone. Mr Grigg and I have been going through her things, setting aside a game of solitaire for Number One Son who used to e
You have the universe in your hair and the stars on your brow. I would wrap you up in heaven’s rainbow cloak, But I am a poor man. My only currency is hope. You are like an orchard abundant with fruit
MUMMY says you need a new lady in your life. Do you need a new lady in your life, Grandpa?” Lily lifted her head from the drawing she was doing and looked Joe in the eye. If he’d been drinking coffee
A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...
The precocious poetry of Charlotte Brontë
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape