Let’s turn on a scalding tap and fill a basin with mounds of bubbles
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Today, Edinburgh-based writer and artist Tessa Berring reads three poems that will appear in Bored Wolves Spare Cots, an evolving journal project slated for autumn: “The Faraway Prayer,” “Caring Is a Landscape,” “Dancing Is Real”—riveting diurnal lullabies I am in the process of memorizing, which are somehow simultaneously buoyant as bubbles and weighted as basins, stimulating fixation and encouraging release.
How does Tessa do it?
