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Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley
Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
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Set in Stone by Sophie Pierce
This place feels like a receptacle of memory. A sanctum. I think it’s why these sites draw me, and why I need to make regular pilgrimages to them.
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Bone Light by Suzanne Joinson
The next day is grey and gloomy, the mist low. I pause. Should I walk amongst the sad trees and down the empty lane?
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One Blue Moment by Simon Smith
Kingfisher is what my brain shouted out to me as it sprinted to catch up. In fact, the first blurred, melded notion that actually occurred to me was Kingfisherflash.
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Touchstones by Christina Riley
The pebbles lay there with every edge blurred in a gentle saltwater lustre.
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The Wild Nearby by Julian Hoffman
What made them important to me was the sense that they could heal over you, like sap hardening across the wound in a tree.
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The White in the Woods by Richard Hibbert
From stubby twigs or chunks of wood, ones that were especially replete with water, come the most spectacular flowers of frost.
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New poems by Graham Mort
There are the red cattle, woken
from a cave painting, daubed
with red clay into an old religion -
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To draw in the footsteps of ghosts by Christine Mackey
Christine Mackey explores the relationship that communities have with newly-planted woodlands.
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Ice Works by Martin Hesp
Snow meant: you do what you want, while nothing else moves and nothing else is happening. This is your white world.
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On Entering the Wrong Carriage by Rachel J Fenton
Only I am taking things slow, of course; nature is busy. The pear tree that two weeks ago resembled me bowed by the weekly grocery shop now has its branches empty.
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Happy the Man by Gareth Evans
Happy the man who hears no birds above the clamour of his false words
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