Monthly Archives: November 2012

Amy Bloom: Where The God of Love Hangs Out

Posted on November 10, 2012 by sophiewellstood

I was trying to buy Carol Anshaw’s latest novel, Carry The One, which has garnered five star reviews and looks excellent, but the bookshop didn’t have any in stock. So I grumbled over to the short story shelf, and Amy … Continue reading →

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Seahorses

Posted on November 5, 2012 by sophiewellstood

My mum had a catastrophic addiction.  She died in November 2011.   The morning came cold and clear ice had crept under my door. My old dog lay down by the wall, tired out.   I walked without you, without your … Continue reading →

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This shitty, shitty thing

Posted on November 1, 2012 by sophiewellstood

As a nod to the Mexican Day of the Dead, this piece remembers my beautiful cousin, Suzy Barratt, who died of breast cancer in 2007, aged 43. Not a day goes by without loving and missing her.  This shitty, shitty thing. … Continue reading →

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The Present

Posted on November 1, 2012 by sophiewellstood

  Thank you for the present, it’s beautiful. I’ve kept it in my room all these years. Everyday I look at it and think of you. That silly green spiky thing, just like us. I heard you died on June … Continue reading →

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With these we are left

Posted on November 1, 2012 by sophiewellstood

This is another poem about loss  – but also, I hope, about life   With These We Are Left   The sweep of her fingers through dust on a mirror a small hair curled on the bathroom floor a door … Continue reading →

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