pastie-crusts

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comestibles, Jordie Albiston, Puncher & Wattmann, Victorian

men hacking

rock  chucking black pastie-crusts

to the dark

(Jordie Albiston, ‘Tregeseal Nancharrow’, the Book of Ethel)

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Maxine’s gaberdine pinafore

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80s, clothing, Jack Cox

At this I could not avoid tucking the faded skirt of a gaberdine pinafore between my knees. It had been royal blue once apparently.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

Summer 2

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80s, Jack Cox, photography, writing

One afternoon in the school holidays I lay beneath a window in the living room with an album whose scribble of blue ink spelled Summer 2.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

the elbows of Bernard’s cheekbones, the two thin sheaves of hair that swept up from his temples

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80s, hair, Jack Cox, skin

He was large, in the chest and the face and the elbows of his cheekbones shone blasted pink. Two thin sheaves of white hair swept up from his temples to his bare skull and wrapped it.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

piles of cartulary in the morning light

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80s, Jack Cox, law

Eliza struck the open door, at which lesser adventure two small disks of glass flashed out from then disappeared among the piles of cartulary greying in the morning light.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

shaking acacia leaves

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80s, flora, Jack Cox

She turned and looked over the acacias still shaking their green leaves, then got to her knees and stubbed her cigarette in the saucer.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

Eliza’s elastic

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80s, hair, Jack Cox

She stretched the red elastic between her fingers.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

Dodge’s clean but threadbare furniture

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80s, décor, Jack Cox

The yellow and pink furniture was clean but threadbare and there were patches in the faded carpets where the strings of the warp showed through like a bad signal. Some of the furniture that used to be pink had become yellow.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

the polish on the dresser and the chairs on one side of the dining table

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80s, décor, Jack Cox

Along with the front door I had thrown all the curtains open and unlatched the windows and the polish on the dresser and the chairs our side of the dining table shone like gold dust in the first bleed of colour to the afternoon.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)

the tiles of the old arcade

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80s, architecture, Jack Cox, Mark Foys

Above its opaque windows the blue and yellow tiles of the old arcade still spelled out mourning, lace, gloves.

(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)