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The Corvid’s Shadow by Rose Fulton
“We were on a walk in the forest above our house when a crow flew over. We watched as its shadow went passed us on the ground.”
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This Wall by Sarah Hymas
Unlike a footprint on the moon, deep as the day it was made, the tracks made during the lighthouse repair are sluiced slowly by tides.
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Red kite – back from the brink by Jodie Bond
She boasts a shimmer of feathers, tobacco and rust, a phoenix echo as they catch the fire of sunset.
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The Ground is All Memoranda by Gill Horitz
The other night I woke to the sound of a car drawing up to the house, then another and another…
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Spring and its discontents by Robin Walter
I am beginning to feel the strings tug and draw me up again, restoring my shape.
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Earrach Geamraidh: The Winter Spring by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
What we give in these days will be the things that we have been gathering up for many years.
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On Rathlin Island by Dara McAnulty
After dinner, song bursts from every corner of the sky and we stop to listen in the twilight.
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Gutted Arcades by Jeff Young
And I’m walking with him. He’s still haunting the city after all these years, since he left the place and never returned.
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Interpreter of the Dream by Alex Woodcock
I was lying in bed, the room exactly the same. There was some light, suggesting morning, a sort of grey and translucent light.
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Ancient Hollow Grief by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
All is not lost. There is still time. We are still here, and we must remember that it is in the day to day living that we must change things…
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FOUNDLE by Tanya Shadrick, Jo Sweeting and Louisa Thomsen Brits
The chisel is held loosely in the hand so that it can strike the stone and transmit its voice through depth and out into air. A clear ring is heard which sings and resonates.
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Artefact: A footnote by Jo Sweeting
I have carved words every day for years: on the skin, into the body of stone.
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