Monday, April 27, 2009

immigration:
the bairn's derk fingers
kinchin's mither's herr




immigration:
the child's dark fingers
knotting his mother's hair

3 comments:

  1. ha! so natural :)
    like it, John

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. an intimate moment in a dreary place... well done

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  3. One thing Ive noticed as I read your book - you have a delightfully sympathetic eye for the folk around you...

    this is a good example... I think youve captured the anxiety - and perhaps the boredom - of the child in a very subtle way

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