ECHTRAI JOURNAL – EDITION 1

landscapes lost, abandoned, forgotten, mythic

EDITORIAL AND CREATIVE DIRECTION – Baz Nichols / Bran Graeme Nairne

ASSOCIATE EDITORS – Martyn Hudson, Emily Hesse

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PUBLICATION DATE – 20th January 2022

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AnMór are a group of writers with a passion for promoting and disseminating creative works informed by landscapes lost, abandoned, forgotten, & mythic

EDITION 1 CONTENTS

Emily HesseINHABIT

The past had returned to ground. Buried deep within the subterranean interior of the planet were fragments of the relationships we honoured. Our love, held in an ever-shifting geology, a temporal space where all times could meet without the need for clocks.

Alec FinlayA SEASON IN COUNTERPANE

..these festivals recall the intimate drama of dreams, in which the psyche conjures wolves, eagles, snakes, or lions as wild familiars, freighted with danger and excitement…

Ian GroszTHE STONES OF BOURTIE

The stone is difficult to locate as its symbols have become time-worn and weathered in the centuries it has been exposed to the elements, but its subtle reliefs become visible in the right conditions of lighting and determination, like lost charms found buried in the earth; prayers for the forgotten.

Mark ValentineGHOST BUSES

The routes looked like the residue of some once-great planned transport scheme that no-one had yet troubled to abandon

 Jon WoolcottTHE LAST OF CHRIST CHURCH

On this quiet, springtime walk I met a double terror. We turned down the wide street which led to a large square: here I saw something that gave my body a jolt, pitching my stomach over. In the middle of the square was a blackened shell, a skeletal void.

Jeff YoungMY FATHER’S HANDS

Swarfega is the memory’s atmosphere. When I think of the ink and the oil and the wedding ring I can smell the petroleum in the memory’s air. 

 Louise KenwardCHASING RAINBOWS

Rain spills over plastic and on to metal.  A new sound – less rhythmic, less organised – a top note over the constant, increasingly persistent – a drumming. I have forgotten to breathe.

David WheatleyTWO POEMS

prehistory stepping gamely forth

from  the stony seabed

every worm’s stomach 

chamber its own 

self-seeding grave 

Akira RabelaisLE PAYSAGE CHANGE TROIS FOIS

..from my mirror lingered in the shade 

as one is wont to do through indolence, 

frequently a soul falls into it, 

such is the privilege of the air which 

by revolving scatters the artful game 

of sympathy and deceits, a common form of death…

David GladwinSOLSTICE

Bone-pain runs colder down all against lifting. A stream cold past frozen, black-sanded and ground. Bruised hard and beaten, repeat. Mine, mine, mine. 

Belinda GuerrieroNON -FINITO

Growing up, each time I travelled back to Venice, whether I was driving or sitting on the train, I couldn’t help watching, studying and analysing the Tower – I could see it from the beltway and the railroad leading to the ‘Ponte della Libertà’, the only access, by land to Venice.

Tracy Hill LETTERS TO THE VOID

I believe that ungraspable material forces affect human perception, which even if not perceived participates in our experience of walking in a landscape. Through exploratory drawings I specifically consider the human body as a porous and receptive threshold for sensing and attuning to the experiences of its milieu.

Anna Chiara BassanHETEROGRAPHIC NUDE

Its feebleness is subversive. The past attempts the unimaginable feat, to return now, scarring the present with splinters.

Brighid Black TWO POEMS

in dark chambers of cairns

She crouches

To sing the dead home

Up the hill

Through fragrant orchids, Devil’s-bit scabious and bird’s-foot trefoil

Mark ValentineRED LION

Perhaps, it might then be suggested instead, it became much more popular after James’ accession. However, there is a certain amount of historic rivalry between Scotland and England, and it is not convincing that the Scottish symbol would be so readily adopted in the southern country, even by innkeepers who looked for royal favour.

Stella SebellinLANDSCAPES FOR INNERSCAPES

The wave of the past

Comes and goes

In its rhythmic motion

The undertow carries along

Mud and sharp-edged debris,

Wounds are re-opened.

Bran Graeme NairneBUT THYSTLE, BENTE AND SANDE

These fugitive species of grass only gain ground in brilliant successions of wind-dispersed progeny – seeds of seeds of seeds, tiny engines of creation, all in some way mantic, like the casting of bones, their scattering somehow foretelling of all that is to come, out here on the wild littoral.

Guy Dickinson / Angus CarlylePERIPHERAL

From the overlaid interiorities of the “Peripheral” series, what had seemed stable is shaken: that confidence to see the wood from the trees, the secure sense of a sylvan border, a certainty with which to call one thing organic and another inorganic, one culture, one nature. 

Martyn HudsonON BURNING MIRRORS

Down in the park by the river it is half-dark winter, the lime trees illuminated by coloured lights, the temple lit by candle.

Meriel HarrisonTHE AYMESTREY CHILD

There is no reason to think that this child was any different from a child of similar age living today: curious, loving, opinionated,  full of a developing sense of self.

Camilla NelsonBRITTLE FERN / BIOPHILIA 

I want your leaves to flutter

from my shoulder throat skull lobe entrails thighs

I want to conflate organ, skin and bone