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Dear Dr. Hanover, my Psychiatrist,
I wrote you an email just now that was most certainly a testament—proof!
Why?’ starts as an informal introduction to the theatre, with the actors claiming God created theatre on the seventh day.
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Rough seas, as I say. Imagining the refugees today. Would they dare, would they know, would the smugglers stay silent about the high waves?
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Candace and I stomp our feet to the rhythm of Alice Merton’s song. We smile, throwing our heads back at the performing drag queen on stage.
I thought the man was sleeping until I saw his dead stare. The top of his head was gone, leaving a hole ringed by wisps of black hair.
While I learned how to clean and prepare and be a proper girl, George, Michael and Joseph, were playing video games in our shared bedroom.
“I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvellous golden people somewhere…”
It’s that time of the year again. Everyone starting from the New York Times to your friendly neighbourhood bookstore owner is bunging “best of…” lists at you.
I’m ashamed to admit, it was the cover that intrigued me. I enjoyed the simplicity of it, the minimalist feel. The butterfly was in a jar.