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Monthly Archives: March 2015
Not my Job
The end-of-terrace house is being done up. There is a high ladder up against the flat expanse of the gable end, and at the top of it a builder in a high-vis jacket is putting on the final layer of cream … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Home, Home Home, and the Telling of Stories,’ by Anthony Joseph Black.
‘HOME’ MAY BE WHERE THE HEART IS, but where does that leave ‘home home?’ I live in Belfast, but I am not from Belfast. I moved here at eighteen, just shy of thirty years ago, to attend Queens. I grew … Continue reading
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