My hair twists into knots of clouds and my brother frees them his fingers a silver comb. May Day 1969 by Roberta Beary
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“One of my pupils had Alice horribly injured in a car accident and then caught up in a zombie outbreak. Another decided that she would become a gangster’s moll and ...
In a response to Alan Gillespie’s recent article for Litro on the impact of video games on teenagers’ creative writing, gamer and writer Jordan Erica Webber argues that we should ...
I know in my heart that it was not Carol Ann Duffy’s fault. It was my own fault, and to a lesser extent the pupils I tried to teach on ...
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