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Warkworth<\/strong><\/p>\n The pelt drags me across sand like a drown animal. buried by tides. I almost missed it \u2013 a packet of pills to the fur of pondlife, stroke dulse- a strap water and shadow a snakeskin boot on my feet. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Angela Readman<\/strong> is a twice-shortlisted winner of the Costa Short Story Award. Her debut story collection Don\u2019t Try This at Home was published by And Other Stories in 2015. It won The Rubery Book Prize and was shortlisted in the Edge Hill Short Story Prize. She also writes poetry, and her collection The Book of Tides was published by Nine Arches in 2016. Her first novel Something Like Breathing will be published next year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Warkworth The pelt drags me across sand like a drown animal. I walk miles, eyes fixed on Birling Carrs, a lime light of seaweed and coal. Birds nesting in cliff face , a chorus stuck in a skull. I didn\u2019t know what was here, buried by tides. I almost missed it \u2013 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17731","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17731","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17731"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17731\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17733,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17731\/revisions\/17733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17731"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17731"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17731"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI walk miles, eyes fixed on Birling Carrs, a lime light
\nof seaweed and coal. Birds nesting in cliff face ,
\na chorus stuck in a skull. I didn\u2019t know what was here,<\/p>\n
\nat nineteen, another at thirty, yet I\u2019m here.
\nSalt-slapped and grit toothed, sea glass in pocket,
\na blister pack of rock pools in my hand. I kneel<\/p>\n
\nbright enough to tie me to this moment alone.
\nThe sun steals a peek of itself laid on the ground.
\nI sit with it a while. Lichen observing me breathe,<\/p>\n
\nSnippets of rock pipits popped in my mouth,
\nI suck an almost song and head back.<\/p>\n