Liminal Spaces: Burning House Press

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"SHE’D DONE IT UP WHEN THEY’D HAD NO PLACE TO GO, WHEN THEY WERE FIFTEEN. IT WAS STILL PRETTY LIKE IT HAD BEEN. DRIED FERNS AND FLOWERS, A RUG FROM OLD SCARVES. HER MOTHER’S CHIPPED SOUP PLATES PATTERNED WITH ROSES. A TEACUP FOR EACH OF THEM. A SOFT PILE OF BLANKETS THAT SMELLED OF THEIR BODIES. IN THE CORNER A BOX OF HIS TOOLS. SHE TOOK OUT THE AXE AND WENT CHASING THE PIGS."

Thanks so much to James Pate for including The Sky Became the Perfect Colour and Back Again in his issue of Burning House Press on the theme of Liminal Spaces