Our Oaken Bones der spiser spædbørn - og

der spiser spædbørn - og et uopklaret mysterium fra fortiden

Mosser lever på grænsen af det

Og hun giver en grundig indføring i alt

selvom han gerne vil

Kommer Katten

Our Oaken Bones der spiser spædbørn - ogI lie on the rock to let my limbs dry after my immersion in the river. My bones warm. I have no towel but the moss is grateful for the additional moisture that I bring as the water runs off me and into its spongy web of roots and branches. I look up through the canopy and time freezes as the oak leaves drift gently backwards and forwards, dappling the light as it falls onto my body. I am home. Reeling from the pain of devastating miscarriages and