Border Crossing to Cymru

Source: Nowhere Magazine

Worn corduroy, doting Welsh, train wrecks, dolmen stones, imagined blackberries, dead sheep, burning greens, sable-maned witches & the sea.


I. The Corduroy Chair

Wales is a little country of stony hills and rain, sea-hemmed on three sides and stitched at its eastern seam to the southwest corner of England. My first visits there were strictly imaginary. I took them sitting in a honey-colored corduroy chair given to me by my mother-in-law. I was trying to move to Wales to write a book and I seized a portion of every evening to sit down and read from The Oxford Book of ...

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