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Author Archives: Rosie Cantrell
Happy New Year
The people of Ethiopia glory in a calendar that’s not Gregorian. With 12 months of 30 days and one of five it makes you think you could connive to invent a calendar yourself that would be better for your health. … Continue reading
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The Bennett Road tea girls
Such joy, as the call came ‘Girls who are on drinks duty – off you go!’ – release from the torment of times tables spirited skip down the stairs chattering and laughing. Here the sanctum staffroom door – but we … Continue reading
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Away from a danger
A Christmas song to be sung to the smell of baking mince pies overlaid with sanitizer and accompanied by a guitar thoroughly cleansed with a strong anti-bacterial wipe Away from a danger No visitors here Don’t come past my front … Continue reading
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Aubade haiku
Break in, bright daybreak through dark windows, take my hand on my dawn dancefloor Rosie Cantrell
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Bootham Crescent, Home of York City Football Club
The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want. It’s a ritual, the prep, the layers of warmth worn with the red and blue battle weary scarf. Walking to the ground through dark graffiti-ed ginnels, blocks of terraced houses the ground gathers … Continue reading
Never in doubt, or a bit late setting off for Pisa airport
The taxi driver screeched into the villa drive and slammed his brakes on. Gravel spat out from under his hot tyres. We waiting, looking at our watches, knew he was there, flung ourselves down the front steps, suitcases bump bumping … Continue reading
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