Charcoal mist eats away the sweet, sweet sky that warmed our skin Fierce fire consumes the past and the future, leaving ashes and driftwood, scattered beaches, strange signals We return to where we were before guided by touch and free…
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We approached Little Gidding across the Fens, through Ramsey and into the middle of nowhere. This particular Nowhere, in case you should stumble into it, is a stunning piece of countryside away from the bustle of suburbs and motorways, – a…
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Seen from the dunes – the Long Hills – seen, that is to say, from a distance – the wet sand folds like silk towards the sea Close to me now, your body, still like silk after all these years,…
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A list is doing the rounds of what might make the news in the year 2030. You know the kind of thing – “Baby conceived naturally: scientists stumped”; “Average weight of a British male drops to 18 stone”. Chaos is clearly…
Read: The year of the bully is at the door – or is it already here?