Moya Pacey, Author at FemAsia Magazine

Moon is Weary

She fetches and carries,gets the kids ready for school,remembers birthdays, packsfor holidays, writes Christmascards to people, she’s never met… Sun argues, he pulls his weight,and his is, after all, the greaterlight, but moon moves oceansand tides, keeps the pantrywell-stocked and the calendar

by Moya Pacey

Fictional Arts·Literature

Street Games

Thud I throw two red balls at the brick wall of our house. Thud Charlie Chaplin went to France. To show the ladies how to dance First you do the rhumba Then you do the kicks Then you do the

by Moya Pacey

Fictional Arts·Literature

This Is What Happens

It’s Sunday afternoon and she’s in the wash house standing in stocking feet on the roof of theold doll’s house, the one Uncle John Murphy made, and she’s rocking backwards andforwards …bored, bored, bored…rebod rebod rebod rebod rebod rebod rebod rebod rebod

by Moya Pacey

Fictional Arts·Literature

I Packed My Mother Away Like Winter

I bring you out of the wardrobe dressed in Astrakhan,foetal curls of black wool that never breathed.I stroke and stroke and bury my face in your warmth.Feeling you yield, I lift the heavy collar until it coversmy ears and half my

by Moya Pacey

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