My birthday bouquet, overa week old and wiltingin a shapely vaseof glass half-filledwith scummy water glintingin the sun.Flowers raise their headsin a last hurrahof purple and pale yellow,their brown-tinged leaves hangingover the lip of the vase–over like the birthday. Kim M. Russell, 11th June 2025 Over at What’s Going On? Susan is hosting with a […]
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A Single Mother’s Work
Always the first one to arrive, drop her child off, say goodbye and run to catch the bus, but we got by. Messages with a certain tone, the school has just been on the phone, you forgot her lunch, you weren’t the only one. A struggle to get back on time, bags of shopping snag […]
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