from Nostalgia Has Ruined My Life “We can go get dinner. Or we could throw ourselves into the harbour, what do you want to do.” I had bought a cabbage from the grocery store earlier and I still had the cabbage with me. I placed it in the third chair at the table at the… Continue reading Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle
Author: Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle
lives in Auckland. Her first book, Autobiography of a Marguerite, has recently been published by Hue & Cry Press. The footnotes in the work here use found material from novels by Marguerite Duras and Marguerite Yourcenar.
from Autobiography of a Marguerite The doctor just said there was no cause and no81 cure, and if I didn’t take those drugs I would end up in a wheelchair82 I felt embarrassed when I had to buy food, The first time I wore my mother’s shoes, I broke my ankle My sister wanted… Continue reading Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle
1 We were going to. After switching damaging recover. (we need more pronouns.) Grass aches against the epicentre of baldness. Since, may, continuous, concede. (Mother. Move your hair. The bald spot is showing.) To abnormalise: (Describe the worst event in your childhood.) To thaw pre-frozen emotion: (Imagine you’ve just won a prize. What do your… Continue reading Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle