Yesterday someone asked me if I believed I’d figured out the narrative of my life yet. Just casually. Conversationally. He got talking about his and then changed the subject in a familiar fashion, so I didn’t get to answer. But this afternoon – walking through the gently slanted sun with my arms full of aContinue reading “From the archives: “On Travelling North To Buy A Vacuum Cleaner””
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From the archives: “Dear Body”
I have lived for years in awful, ugly houses where nothing worked and the very structure seemed sometimes to want to cause me harm. And I wasn’t bothered. So how am I so constantly and profoundly uncomfortable in this perfectly serviceable body I inhabit? I remember the first time I realised that my body wasContinue reading “From the archives: “Dear Body””
Rose Bishop 