is the colour of sunrise over Castle Hill in a town called ‘little fort of the fishes’, my Welsh wool coat, with its too-short sleeves, its dense weave of water-blues, the pinks of the sun gripping the brink of the horizon, trying to rise…   Amy Wack recently published work in Long Poem Magazine and […]
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