Clarissa on the roof Clarissa on the roof holds on to the lightning rod. People take her in their stride. After all, the villagers have seen it coming. “It started when her mum locked herself in and painted tsunamis.” “Yeah,... Continue Reading →
Adult Education by Rose Mary Boehm My friend Bella, at 55, decided on learning to play the violin. She’d been a teacher with a class next to the music room. She knew… Undaunted, she has by now learned to read... Continue Reading →
Graffiti by Rose Mary Boehm They gave up the family grave. Together with the bones disappeared belief - not necessarily in the afterlife, but in the importance of keeping a supposedly sacred place packed full with our remains. They asked... Continue Reading →
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