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What if My Prose and Poetry Were, In Fact, My Life’s Story? (Part Thirteen)

Dad has been dead six weeks. Mum is tough, but tender. It has sunk in that the man we both loved most in the world is no longer walking in the door or acting like he’s lost in the kitchen.

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We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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