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if you have a witch ancestor you’ll end up someplace like Pendle Hill there might have been a forest once hard to tell now the hill is barren sheep graze it tightly cropped fields and the green is everywhere green early spring...

Lancaster Castle ceased to operate as a prison in 2011 ~Holding it looms above you on the steep path those two crenellated towers stone walls coated in centuries of coal soot a panopticon in the middle of the Victorian section...

Ernest Rutherford found that the atom is mostly empty space—Britannica.com The human body is 99% empty space –Rosie McCall, IFLScience All that space within us, between our electrons. The somersault of my mind as it tries yet...

My brother is an only child. Three years old, in faded pajamas a bit too small. He wakes up screaming The choo-choo train! Coming through the window! This happens night after night. One morning my father takes him to watch a...

I climbed the watch tower and marveled I could hear the surf beyond the scrub forest, beyond abandoned bunkers. Unexploded ordnance still lurked beneath the dunes. In languages no hand could hope to write, grey seagulls cried....

One early morning driven as a leaf by this incessant wind of days, I watch the way the chipmunk pauses to survey the littered garden, and how the cardinal always returns to that same bush across the yard. What do they know that...

After the world ended we muddled on — ran errands, did chores, went for long walks. The parks were still open even if the museums were all closed — We peered through glass doors into shadows. Streets were cluttered with debris —...

fog comes up from the lake enveloping all in its wake life disappears into the fog with my heart you come out of the fog wholly alive from the otherworld like Matthew McFadden through the morning mist to meet his Kiera Knightley...

sitting on the deck your warm hand in mine the fog rolls in over the lake eclipsing it we sit in rapt silence watching the viscous air over the invisible water below our breath making hanging clouds before us that disappear...

as I wake to the New Year all I see is blue a sky covered in clouds with a tiny hint of hope tucked in behind a blue heart-shaped rock in the garden in my yard as I sip the year’s first coffee a bird chattering in the...