Thoughts ahead of the day of the dead IV

Took a taxi to the cemetery as dusk fell hoping the gates wouldn’t close, thirteen pounds, hmm, a handful of white star lilies and a short note, love you Dad, sorry I’m late, keep the meter running would you? Back home hiding in the attic with vodka, fearing the doorbell, Mat is on guard with funsize sweets and apples, don’t let any ghosts in here tonight. I hate Halloween. It’s bigger than New Year now, the driver told me. Daemons mean more than auld acquaintances, it seems.

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About Pedalling Poetry

Writer Ellen McAteer is founder of Tell It Slant poetry bookshop in Glasgow, and Publishing Manager for the Poetry Translation Centre. She was General Manager at Poetry London magazine, a visiting lecturer at the Glasgow School of Art, and a mentee of the Clydebuilt Verse Apprenticeship Scheme, under Alexander Hutchison, as well as a singer with the band Stone Tape and a solo singer who won a BBC Radio competition with her song Blue Valentine. She was Director of the Poetry Trust, which ran the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, a director of the Scottish Writers’ Centre, a visiting lecturer at Oxford University's MSt in creative writing, and a member of the core group of performers at the Hammer and Tongue spoken word collective in Oxford. She is a qualified Librarian.
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