Half my sister’s ashessit on my bookshelfthe thought flashes regularlythat I must fulfil her wishesand bury her with our parentslet her out of the camel-shaped teapotmy favourite of her collectionand which bore her back from Irelanddisguising the grey substancewhich is, unbelievably, half of her remains. I think it is the distance to Dorsetwhich has held … Continue reading Parting Prevarication