Susan Wardell

The Museum of Trees

Maybe one day you’ll visit the museum of trees. Maybe one day, trailing behind the class you’ll get ‘accidentally’ lost, find yourself ducking under the ageless arms of an oak, find yourself moving quite alone, from beech to beech. Maybe …

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Sunday, call me a squid

My daughter’s Bible cartoonifies judgement: salvation is a fat pink fish and all the squid are going to hell. She affectionately calls the Most High ‘Goddy’, swims under flannel to the cotton cities of sleep with her soul netted still. …

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