I’ve spent the weekend hiding away in dark corners of dark rooms. With a brain full of tripans and warm bottles of fizzy water. I dreamt alot. Of dead things and secrets. Pulled part from a novel and the fever that’s not. It’s cold and I’m awake because I need to sleep tonight. Otherwise I
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He fell. Down the mountain. The one he climbed. For roots. His wife is in the hospital. And when she isn’t, she’s not getting better. His brother … cancer. They’re not thinking about it. Not gonna let it bother them. But it does. It must. His daughter is being biopsied. For the thing that took
The day before I left home Blue took me out to lunch – his favorite mom-and-pop on a wind-about road in the hills of McDowell County. He told me to stay warm. To always remember him. And to go see the White Cliffs of Dover – the most beautiful place in the world, even when
My mother bought me lingerie and candles for my birthday. “Because I want a grandbaby. Buffy!” “You know, you have six already. Just because grandma has 27…doesn’t mean you have to.” She keeps saying my biological clock is ticking. Even posted it on a message board once because I got snarky and said she didn’t
WHO: Andrew Motion, Paul Abbott, Roddy Doyle, Carol Ann Duffy, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Jackie Kay, Galway Kinnell, Rose Tremain, Gerard Woodward. Comma, Route, Templar, Suitcase, Transmission and Matter… WHAT: The Second Annual Manchester Literature Festival WHEN: 4 October – 17 October WHERE: John Rylands, Cornerhouse, The Whitworth Art Gallery, Central Library, Library Theatre, Manchester Museum,
One day I grew into it. Loving God more than my grandfather. But when I was four I didn’t know how. Only that I should. In Sunday school we sang “He’s Got the Whole World In His Hands”. I pretended to understand the underlying spiritual metaphor, quoted all the necessary scripture and drew and coloured
I’ve been reading blogs out of Burma this month. I wont get into the current crisis or the Myanmar militia because there are much better writers in far better positions to discuss it. I wont even comment on the US media relegating the story to ‘Page 9’ or CNN and Fox News choosing to headline
“The Church Without Christ…where the blind don’t see and the lame don’t walk and what’s dead stays that way.” – Wise Blood – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m a huge fan of Flannery O’Connor so when someone asked me to name my favourite novel I said Wise
I should be in bed. Dreaming. Or at least trying to. It’s one of the reasons I’ve put off having children – I’d rather have sleep. But I’m not getting any. Insomnia does not rock. When I was ten I went seven months not sleeping Sunday through Thursday. I’d snooze fine on Fridays and Saturdays
I’m Buffy and I grew up in way-back Appalachia – not exactly on Walton’s Mountain, but not far from it either. I came to the UK in 98 as a postgrad. Plan was to leave after a year. Plans change. If you look real hard you can find me in X and Y. I used
I don’t, as a rule, post photos of other people’s children. But after gaining special permission from their mother, I think you’ll agree I couldn’t pass this one up.
Whenever I’m asked to list a ‘best feature’ I say HEAD. Not because I’m smart or anything, but because my forehead is large and it’s usually the thing people notice first. If I’m pressed to be serious, I say EYES. Because they’re right below my forehead and people notice them next. A perfectly acceptable optometrist
