Writing Motherhood Taught Me About My Emotional and Psychic Inheritance
I felt abandoned and alone. I was told that it was at odds with what mothers should feel, do feel, after childbirth.
I light a fire in your mouth
and whisper:
burn me.
corpse
And there we all were in the maternity ward at Park Lane Clinic, sobbing on day three.
Mommy! Mommy!Goosebumps
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As if there was a vacuum in her middle, something missing in her core.Gillian is a Miracle Wonder: Gillian Maclear, 2lb, 1oz at birth, sleeps contentedly in the arms of her mother, Mrs Valerie Maclear, when they left a Johannesburg nursing home yesterday. Gillian, who now weighs 5lb, 1oz, was born prematurely seven weeks ago.
shoulddo
And what of your baby
This isn’t him
Milk Fever,
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She’d wake up Grampa Keith and tell him something terrible was on its way.
cando
Paris Review
Bro, it was fucking terrifying. I was in the house, her mom’s house, and I knew something was terribly wrong. I looked around me: saw bookcases, plants; but I knew something was off, you know, I just knew.
I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. And the thing fucking stopped.And something evil filled the room.And then I was being held up by my throat in the corner of the room. And I knew, I knew. It’s not the house, bro, it’s her.
Where will all my nothing go?
Where will all my nothing go?
Life
Megan Ross was born in Johannesburg in 1989. She is a writer, journalist and designer. She has won the Brittle Paper Award for Fiction as well as the Iceland Writers Retreat Alumni Award. Her first book, a collection of poems called Milk Fever, was published by uHlanga earlier this year to critical acclaim. Megan lives in East London (South Africa) with her partner and son, and is working on her first novel.
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