It sliced earth’s sleeping dark of peat through moor grass browns and purples, green further down and buried gold of autumn drop or yellow clay bed Helen Boyles M...
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One step along the way takes you back to where you didn’t mean to go: Susan Jordon Human Traces fragment
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And Stone said … Let me know the sound of things roaring. Let me hear linnet and robin song. Let me come close to your home and chimney. Rosie Jackson Grani...
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At dawn they come from the sea a thump of pinion and bone. Virginia Griem Flora & Fauna fragment
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Victims now of damp and decay Their surface flakes, forms scaly scabs Decomposing, dying metal Anne Gwynn Canal, Clay & Templer Way fragment
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When they opened Springtide they found Alice, still as a waxwork in a garden chair … Marc Woodward Beach Huts fragment
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The boy on the beach with the patch eyed dog sees the boats come in in ballast … Ian Royce Chamberlain Transportation fragment
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… the double row of stones marches stubbornly towards the sun. Why was it necessary in Neolithic times to determine the westerly direction? And if it mattere...
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Oh so very long ago when the lowlands were forested and full of wolves, when there was still no word for blue, a woman stepped out on the moor for the first time a...
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Stones, stacked or solitary, are the bones of our histories breaking the swell of land as we wade through, reminding us of something deeper than we see. We can t...
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No cuckoo. No bluebells. Just a newborn foal. We know it’s newborn, as its mother still has the afterbirth dangling. We know it’s newborn as it still has a wobble ...
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Let yourself be pixie led through the mist along the leat which flows upstream as if by magic, through the dried out gorse scorched by Spring drought, on to the...
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