histórias de Maryoliver

always seek questions more than you seek answers.

Various poems, written over the past five years.

There's no depth in black and white So blue will have to do for now In the absence of all things yellow

A collection of my own, original poetry. Primarily non-rhyming free verse. Unedited.

Poetry.

This is a short story to welcome death, to congratulate the poets of the world, and to bring thanks into every corner of our hearts.

Eilean Harris left her hometown with nothing but a packed bag, a handful of bad decisions, and the conviction she'd never come back. But addiction has a way of stripping you down to the bone - and when rock bottom finds her in a pharmacy aisle, she has no choice but to return to the place she swore she'd never see again. Now back in the sharp-edged quiet of Gunchapel, Lynn's sleeping under the same ceiling she once stared at as a teenager, navigating the ghosts of who she used to be: the best friend she betrayed, the boy who couldn't save her, and the mother she's still learning how to talk to. Told in intimate, razor-clean prose, Gunchapel Edge is a daring story about recovery and reckoning, memory and mess, and what it really means to come home - not to the place, but to yourself.