A poem and video from the woods at the end of a December afternoon.
Category: Hart of the Wud
Welcome to The Hart of the Wud, a phrase I’ve borrowed from Russell Hoban’s novel Riddley Walker. It’s a place in the wild forest, with all the resonances that entails.
What happens to Francis when he’s demoted to a rural posting? Wild Apples is a short story first published in Dark Mountain 14.