War & Peace: The Complacency of Place

War & Peace: The Complacency of Place

The Complacency of Place Paula Read Switzerland Day 1 — Versoix to Genthod The path is marked at regular intervals by plaques bearing the symbol of the journey, a scallop half-shell, set into walls and street signposts. My own half-shell swung against my backpack,...
War & Peace: The Complacency of Place

War & Peace: Inis: Water Meadow

Inis: Water Meadow Kerry Beth Neville USA …the minute interlock of word and word began, the rhythm formed. I sunk my hands into tradition sifting the centuries for words. This quiet excitement was not new: emotion challenged me to make it sayable. – Michael...
War & Peace: In Memoriam

War & Peace: In Memoriam

In Memoriam Gordon Murray Scotland Almost accidentally, we pulled into the car park at Stoneyfield Farm, to a path on the headland of Stornoway Harbour. It was a path I’d never trod before, despite being born and bred on this island. Along the coast is often cold and...
Lost: The Third Raven

Lost: The Third Raven

The Third Raven Carin Clevidence USA When Flóki Vilgerdarson set out from Denmark with his family in search of a rumoured land beyond the Faeroe Islands, he brought three ravens. It was the 9th century. Vikings navigated by the stars and by their knowledge of birds,...
Lost: The Light Between Worlds

Lost: The Light Between Worlds

The Light Between Worlds Maka Monture USA My grandmother was 4 feet and 10 inches on a good day with a head full of short, bouncy curls and a laugh that sounded like oversized jingle bells, a matriarch in every sense of the term, both in our family and for my people....