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Episode 11: Urban Wilderness

"Ellis had slept under the bed for a week now. Ever since the windstorm had come, she'd been frightened. Not afraid of anything in particular, no concrete fear. She wasn't afraid of wind, after all - she'd played with wind, throwing leaves at it to watch them dance and laughing, hands shielding eyes, at sand spun in whirlpools of air. The wind she was used to didn't bring down trees, smash greenhouses and steal away the neighbours' cat."
— Windstorm, Suky Goodfellow

Join us for a tour of deserted urban spaces, and cities you might not recognise. Poetry by Cheryl Carman and prose by Suky Goodfellow. Music by Gurdonark.

Episode 10: Guising

"Pumpkins—the only fruit
that rhymes with oranges.
When I was young, we had none;
we carved turnips, with a lid
which stank in the candle's heat."
— All Hallow's Eve, Colin Will
We're celebrating Halloween a day late with some fantastically eerie poetry by Colin Will and Katy Ewing. Hosted by Annie Rutherford from an unspecified location, although we think it might be Hogwarts. Apologies for rare background noise - our sneakoscope kept going off. We couldn't book the Weird Sisters, so music is instead by the ever inspired Gurdonark.
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