Polly McCormack
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‘And the award for best actress goes to’: a poem by Polly McCormack
And the award for best actress goes to The days bleed into each other like a radiator. I have trained myself to not think of you, it is my special talent. I sing with Molly in the kitchen and pretend I have always been fatherless. Waking up in someone…
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‘The Southern Belle’ – a poem by Polly McCormack
Photo by Dovi on Unsplash The Southern Belle In 1812, when the building was first built, they infused the wallpaper with beetroot juice, to achieve the notorious burgundy colour fashionable in most Southern public houses. When the glasses have been polished to the point of invisibility, and the barrels have…