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Martin Malone – ‘Egging’

EGGING  The hedgerow was Dad’s cashpoint; from it he’d casually withdraw the small currencies of wonder: my first finch egg, sheep skulls, an old wren’s nest, the dunnock’s four-way clutch of blue. Slum-cleared city kid, he had ranged the estate margins into edgelands to forage new-found greenery; suck marrow from deciduous bones, lap time like Read More