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Vanishing Twin
Many twins vanish in early pregnancy, between one ultrasound scan and the next.
You are with me when the ultrasound invades
we two, alabaster cosmonauts,
sleeping naked in crimson cloaks,
two pistols in a presentation box.
My life becomes your life.
You touch.
My hand is at your throat, where it rests.
Someone will say
“Look the larger one is smiling.”
Before this sound seeks us again
through the chord that ties us – you will vanish
Before this sound seeks us again
“Look the larger one is smiling”
someone will say.
My hand is at your throat, where it rests.
You touch.
My life becomes your life.
Two pistols in a presentation box
sleeping naked in crimson cloaks,
we two, alabaster cosmonauts.
You are with me.
Another short story – writing as Catherine Brookes
One Short story and one poem in e-published versions – writing as Catherine Brookes
Hear one of my poems
For I shall fish the skies. An appreciation of the peculiar
circumstances of Calke Abbey, Derbyshire.
How can the same mind be both playfully creative and ruthlessly analytical?
This is my first post for my new web site. Being a teacher of teachers you always have to teach well. But, being an expert writer means daring to make mistakes, play and evolve. Consider yourself lucky that a writer is not an architect. A writer can suddenly decide to put the attic in the basement. Thank you to Professor Marina Warner for using that analogy to sum up the way the creative mind and the analytical editor can work together to build better work.