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Mark Goodwin: Mad Vandal’s Dry April Ramble

Teach rotting five-bar gates to walk; to pulltheir broken plank-bones from long grass-strands. Thump the compactedground of paths with blistered balls of bare feet. Cut wrinkled fertiliser bags, foundin crisp ditch-bottoms, into strips to dressthe desiccated carcass of a badger asan angel of the dry daze. Claw flints with bleeding fingernails to proveblood’s runnier thanContinue reading “Mark Goodwin: Mad Vandal’s Dry April Ramble”

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