‘This is the endless season. Last light is a mirror of the first, the unmediated hours stretching with the tide and offering a quietening as the sun begins its descent. It takes a certain familiarity to come to call this quiet’ — the harbour calms but never stops entirely. Everything is constantly in shift’

As night draws longer

we gather around clementine flames

balancing the bitter dark

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extract from Linseed Journal vol 2 (2024)