zine 017: shroud

I took these photographs around the small village in Ireland that my family live in. The cemetery that many of my family are buried in, the ruined abbey that overlooks it. The castle that I’ve been climbing all my life.

The words are a poem, with its parts split across pages. Each line with an image. It wants to be read slowly, so please listen to it.
It’s about touch, and memory, and love enduring after death.
Think of grave rubbings, and of covert kisses under covers.
Think of the earth as a blanket.

16-page zine, black and white printed on uncoated matte paper, staple-bound.

published and printed october 2023.