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slate 27th Nov 2018 Cwmorthin

Cwmorthin   When I run through Cwmorthin, slate shifts and settles long after the rhythm of my feet have stopped. There are no echoes rubber on blue Blaenau slate. No chisel splitting mudrock. Its monochrome landscape colour-washed by a steel sky.   But solace, assurance of my being. I don’t need to decode the QuaRry sign I read slate write my own story carved and buried years ago in...

The Beach 20th Nov 2018 Seaskyland

An elemental blending, love caught between language. Plethu-interweaving fingers   folding into each other. Seaskyland without space in between plaited palms.   A sycamore leaf, once brittle like scorched paper imprinted on sand's grained surface. Water   coursing through veins, the tide breathes life again   inhale   exhale   leaving   sculptured contours of corrugated sand mapping a...