Colloquy with this post.
At Seven Sisters I changed
(I think) to Edmonton Green.
To the north of North London.
There was a low-rise mall, with
market traders. You could walk
(I think) to Enfield Lock.
It wasn’t a long visit, but I forced
some decisions.
They may not have been the best,
but they were mine.
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Colloquy with this post.
My eyes made wide and
bulging
this glut of labels
reading.
Our electronic
spending
my grandad’s thrift un-
ravelling.
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I’m pregnant. The señor and I are expecting a baby in February 2010. This revelation came as if the solving of a puzzle, a single name to give the clutch of symptoms that had been worrying me for a few weeks: low-level nausea, bursts of irrational worry, tiredness that no amount of sleep seemed to allay. I had assumed that it was depression knocking at my door, so was pleased indeed to put a positive name to it all.
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With my return to teaching come feelings about stationery
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I‘ve been thinking a lot this week about my immediate forebears in my mother’s family, thought that’s only been intensified by the ongoing project of scanning my mother’s collection of family photos that includes those of both my grandmother and great-grandmother.
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I subscribe to Achewood’s Premium Updates, which is worth the unkind exchange rate for rhetorical flashes like this, mid-paid-for-dialogue:
Dude, 99.9% of the people in this country wouldn’t stop buying a company’s product even if the only thing ever on television for the rest of history was that company’s CEO drinking tequila and putting live swans in the dryer.
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The White Mist: A Wedding Hub Support Sockburn Hall Restoration
Often dormant, but we hope the spider biologist will rise again.
