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My Life

I’m currently reading a few lines of Lynn Hejinian’s My Life each night before sleep. Her recall of seemingly trivial incidents from her life is amazing – such as her being sick in the school toilets because she missed her mother or the child’s tricycle lying upside down with its wheels still turning and her and her siblings being ‘sticky’ on the back seat of the car. They stop me still. Can I do the same? Even just one? Maybe. Losing a the pearl ring that my Norwegian grandmother had given me in the long grass. Not detailed enough? I will try harder. I promise.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.