Sadness, My Darling Waltz by Polly Buckingham
The violin plays sadness, my darling. A man returns from a place a bomb was dropped. The world will never again be what it once was. I arrange the pieces and retell…
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Writing by Polly Buckingham published in Dual Coast Magazine. 5 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Waking in a Church in Cedar Key by Polly Buckingham
first day of ground war, 1990 I'm standing on the outside of an old white house. My eyes look out the circles absent of dust on the windows, and my feet recover…
The Forgotten Land by Polly Buckingham
Here is where my heart beat outside my body. I could not stop ten years of motion, whole days swallowed by speed, hours lost and a mangle of names, Nick's, Munch's, Big…
Glass Pipe by Polly Buckingham
In a wide room of rain smells a gardenia bush grows between the floorboards. 2 AM: he stands, bends, sticks his thumb between the bricks in the road. Open window, empty attic…
Beaten Blues by Polly Buckingham
Don't call me, I don't want to cry no more. The fan's moaning 'cause the screws are loose, and the floor's wet with rain. Why'd you leave me, Baby? The fan's loose,…