June 2015

Sand

June 16, 2015

We are lying buried in the sand, me and my sister. I am five and she is eight and we want it that way. We have thrown ourselves on the sand side by side, skinny little bodies in our blue Speedos, shrieking, “Bury us! Bury us!” Using his hands as shovels, my father knelt down […]

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Music to my ears

June 15, 2015

My father was deaf. He started going deaf when I was about six years old as a direct consequence of his job as a pilot. In those days, the engines were right next to the cockpit and somehow the correlation between loud noise and deafness did not attract much attention. I have always understood my […]

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Skating

June 11, 2015

It was a dare to skate As fast as we could Down to the gate Onto the road Around the corner To the Wardrops’ driveway That curved upwards Slowed us down To a stop Pete pushed me Too hard I careened down the driveway Out of control Crashed into the gate Mostly with my left […]

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