Andrew Johnston

A boat though no more than a thought might carry us, far from

the coast, as far as we know. But

is it a ship then, cresting and sounding? I think,

for its boasting, it’s just a boat drifting down a difficult river –

now and then it runs aground and that is where we live.

It was hard to sleep at the edge of the forest. What did you think you were hearing,

head against...