A Married Man by Kate Clanchy
I've been meaning to write you. We both know that a lot of things need to be said. I am having a hard time wading through them, these conversations in my head. The one where we argue until past midnight
Raspberries by Kate Clanchy
One last thing - Raspberries Kate Clanchy The way we can't remember heat, forget the sweat and how we wore a weightless shirt on chafing skin, the way we lose the taste of raspberries, each winter; but know at once, come sharp July, the vein burning in the
Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell by Kate Clanchy
And it isn't easy, you know, to not think. To not think of you. And of course, the proverbial what-might-have-been. This is the year we were supposed to get married, or have you forgotten. But of course you did. Of course
Patagonia by Kate Clanchy
I feel a mixture of sadness and happiness, for reasons I cannot quite explain. There is that heavy feeling I can't name, sitting quietly inside my chest. I have said to myself, the other night, how I could've been so
Double Take by Kate Clanchy
Glenn Gould is playing Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major ('Alla Turca'). It's almost 3AM. I have a lot of stuff to write but find myself walking around in my room, wishing for a cigarette, thinking about a