Oh, those Audrey Hepburn sunglasses! A man
should get drunk now and then out of principle,
like those of us here, defeated by life, scorned
by the Trouville set. I’m sorry, I seem to have
momentarily mislaid my muse, and am therefore
inclined towards a certain delicious depravity.
It is a little dear here, but the climate is impeccable.
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Catherine Edmunds was educated at Dartington College of Arts, and Goldsmith’s College, London. Her first poetry collection and three novels were published by Circaidy Gregory Press. Her most recent full length work is My Hidden Mother, the biography of a holocaust-survivor. Catherine has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and three times shortlisted in the Bridport Prize. Her writing has appeared in the Frogmore Papers, The Binnacle, Butcher’s Dog, and many other literary journals. Twitter: @cathyedmunds