Local author Julie Gard has published new poetry in Coldnoon, from a project rooted in eavesdropping called “Eavesdropping in Britain.”
A sample:
Edinburgh Laundry
Have you got pounds and twenties? That’s all it takes. Sit there. Not there, there. That’s why I put the pillowcases on top. Easier to put on the bed. Do you think you want it before two o’clock? Say you want it. If you say you want it, I’ll do it, but if you don’t come get it, I’ll be pissed off. Just kidding. How are ya, hon? See you Monday evening. Take care of yourself. You can collect it after five. Didn’t get a good feeling. Don’t know why. Hope I’m wrong. I’ve told him he’s mine ‘til he gets married. We’re all very protective of him, aren’t we? Give me your ticket, dear. You can pay cash now or later. There’s this big Hari Krishna procession going along the Royal Mile today. My mother-in-law’s going. Give me a bag, any bag. It’s not a magician’s trick. Okay, empty! Mr. B., come this way.
