We took to not talking in the easy hours of walking. Worry days, study days, days like wasps that never pause, that made life sour with fret and flit... out of those woods we came to fallow fields loitered with restless rooks, then through a brambled kissing gate and found a bridge, and from the rushing river leapt a trout with appetite, its nature bound in blood to hide and seek. We wandered back along a pockmarked lane, tufted with grass, hedge-tight. An unmapped night, the sky crow-black, no moon disclosed. Not talking, just walking.
Phil Wood was born in Wales. He studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. He has worked in statistics, education, shipping, and a biscuit factory. He enjoys watercolour painting, bird watching, and chess. His writing can be found in various places, including recently : London Grip, Noon Journal of the Short Poem, Borderless and a featured collaboration with photographer John Winder at Abergavenny Small Press.
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[…] Phil Wood was born and lives in Wales. His interests include chess, watercolours, and, of course, poetry. His most recent publication can be found in The Borderless Journal. […]
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