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Even in the official DMZ of the pub, the Forest is whispering stories through the glass, spitting out dares.
Essex gloaming at 32 mph II. The last rush of light stretched along the lines.
Got my author copies of superb Est anthology today. @dunlinpress have done an amazing job. Proud to be a part of it.
To divorce yourself from landscape is to exist in a constant form of breakdown.
#Pylon of the day. On the train, dislocated by speed, pulled too quickly to stitch narrative, we follow the line.
Robot in the museum. The promise of gears and circuits. A childhood hope for the spark of life. #twitter
Beyond the glass, the city twists, coughs up stories. Behind it there is only piped birdsong and waiting.