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Ana and Connor have been having an affair for three years. In hotel rooms and coffee shops, swiftly deleted texts and briefly snatched weekends, they have built a world with none but the two of them in it. But then the unimaginable happens, and Ana finds herself alone, trapped inside her secret. How can we lose someone the world never knew was ours? How do we grieve for something no one else can ever find out? In her desperate bid for answers, Ana seeks out the shadowy figure who has always stood just beyond her reach - Connor's wife Rebecca. Peeling away the layers of two overlapping marriages, 'Here is the Beehive' is a devastating excavation of risk, obsession and loss.
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The poems in this book came to me as gifts, and I am passing them on to you as my gift. As I've said in my previous two books, I find it almost impossible to just sit down and write a poem or a song -- and I greatly admire those who have this talent. My poems seem to grow organically and just appear when they are ready and I am receptive. I first started to write poetry while in college, in addition to obtaining graduate degrees in Physics and Computer Science. Attending school in the late 60's, I naturally became a self-taught folk singer -- a hobby that I pursue avidly to this day. My career involved designing radar and communications systems for air-traffic control -- combining my scientific bent with my life-long fascination with aviation. Finally, I'd like to thank all those who provided the inspiration for these poems. They appeared almost fully formed in my consciousness -- I had only to write them down before they could vanish i
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The fourth collection from Geraldine Mitchell, a Dublin-born writer who won the Patrick Kavanagh Award for poetry. Her poems offer both a timely warning that the planet is mortal and a reassuring reminder of life's cyclical nature. These poems are a stunning sketch of a world that is a place of great beauty and great challenge.
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Oona, child of first-generation American migrants, lives in an affluent New Jersey suburb where conspicuous consumption and white privilege prevail. As her inner life goes into shutdown, Oona has her first encounters with sex, drugs and other adolescent rites of passage. Written entirely without the letter 'o', the tone of the book reflects Oona's inner damage and the destruction caused by hiding, omitting and obliterating parts of ourselves.