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Watermark by Davina Quinlivan
I stand on the threshold to her flat and watch myself close the door.
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In Pursuit of Today’s Spring by Ned Vessey
It troubles me still, a year later, this state of knowing only through absence.
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Pilgrim by Graham Mort
We shake hands and he walks on uphill, limping slightly, bent against the wind.
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The Weight of a Dog by Pippa Marland
I’m here to collect the ashes of my dog Nina.
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Raptors of the Concrete Cloverleaf by Christopher Brown
The idea of rewilding is sometimes coupled with fantasies of depopulation, but it needn’t be that way.
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Catchment by Julia Brigdale
chiffchaffs mark the time, blackcaps pour their song.
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Aqua Vitae by Kirsteen McNish
A trickle of water dances over my feet, releasing a barely audible sound.
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A Welcome from the White Cottage by Liz Williams
‘Wales was an old crush I couldn’t shake. The solitude of its remote coastlines; an oldness that boasted permanence’
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Dent by Myna Trustram
lichen spatters hawthorn branches like paint on a studio floor.
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Mama, en route by Coco Lone Neal
When I was eleven years old, for four days my father and I walked and camped, naming the places we passed.
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Under Scythe-like Wings by Ian Grosz
…in its ageless song we felt Orkney’s long-absent presences.
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Brute Force with Art by Laura Parker
Working away quietly, the voles and mice would play about him, the curlews, peewits and crows ‘take him for granted.’
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