pickPoetry and prose mingle in this enchanting collaborative travel memoir written by 2 people who have complicated feelings about their ties to Northern Ireland & decide to walk the length of the River Bann together. One is Catholic, one Protestant. Politics, family, memories, identity, being queer, landscape and language. There‘s a guide to Ulsterisms at the end, such as “the carry of the sky” (the drift of clouds) and jibble (to dribble or spill).
Heraclitus said that you can never step into the same river twice. He didn‘t mention that some of us never get into the river in the first place. If the river stays in the atlas, it will always be an unchanging solid blue line, a river stepped into only once. Because most of us, most of the time, just stay at home, wherever that may be.
Gorgeous morning here. Worth the trip to the other side of the river for a GP appointment. Yes, that is the ferry I got home.
Then started The River is Hidden (not in database), which was in my Republic of Consciousness Prize sub - a poetry-prose walk along the length of the River Bann, Northern Ireland, written by two authors with complicated relationships with English/Irish/Northern Irish identities.
I wonder if I could walk *this* river 🤔
If the River is Hidden | 
