118A Creighton Avenue

Behind cardboard boxes, I’m in the corner. Leaning on a cushion, I’m in the dark. Potatoes are humming rich smells from the oven. Getting the girls to bed: they have to be given a bottle each; it’s tea and bath before. When they’ve gone to sleep The grownups eat tired potatoes at 9pm. It’s alwaysContinue reading “118A Creighton Avenue”

I learnt

I learnt not to throw a tennis ball indoors. That’s how you shatter a ginger jar. I also learnt one should not break a violin bow. Did I snap it or cause the hairs to explode? If your nose is running, and your mother is pinning your ballet costume don’t move. If she pins you,Continue reading “I learnt”