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Carole Coates

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Dead Letters (xi)

by Carole Coates — Dear J, // Did we ever talk about papier mache?  No? / Not in fifty years? Not in all our conversations? / Maybe not.  But I did mention Mr Cuthbert surely, / once Lance-Corporal, teaching forty eight-year-olds / after the one year
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Charlotte Gann reviews When the Swimming Pool Fell in the Sea by Carole Coates (Shoestring, 2021)

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