Category Archives: Our Girl on the Outside

Franchise Success

By: Lydia Crow   “Well I do declare,” Said the man in first with a bowler hat And a rigid smile like the Cheshire cat, “That this here train has got it right.” “I quite agree,” Said the businessman with … Continue reading

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Nothing

By: Lydia Crow   Nothing to say, nothing to give. Nothing to die, nothing to live. The tar of the greasepaint, the feather of time Scars my skin in this pit of lime. A moment in time, a pause in the … Continue reading

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Leave it there

By: Lydia Crow   Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and … Continue reading

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Foiled

By: Lydia Crow   Dig, dig, scrape, dig, dig. Bark, bark, bark, BARK. Bark. Bark. Bark. “Bugger.” (In Spanish.)   Paraguay: Stray dog’s barking foils prison break

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SOPA

By: Lydia Crow   A silence in the corridors, A silence in the halls. Then: whispering masses out of sight, Out beyond the walls. A low thrum of humming Echoes from the lawn, Ever getting louder: The battleline is drawn. The … Continue reading

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