Where I’m Calling From: Manzanares

11 December 2016 // Where I'm Calling From

Words and pictures: Martha Sprackland A river does flow through the centre of Madrid. It’s funny, but when I was here as a teenager I didn’t even know that. I should’ve, not only because it’s common sense that major cities almost always germinate near a waterway or a source – so necessary is it to […]

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Where I’m Calling From: Religious Melancholy

14 October 2016 // Where I'm Calling From

Words and pictures: Martha Sprackland London St Pancras – Paris Gare du Nord I’m on an evening Eurostar train from London to Paris, the first leg of a twenty-two-hour no-fly journey to Madrid, where I’ll be living for the next two months. As I write this I find myself eyeing up my fellow passengers in […]

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Where I’m Calling From

10 August 2016 // Where I'm Calling From

In the first instalment of a new column, Martha Sprackland – one of our poets-in-residence – muses on the humble lawn When I first moved into a flat after getting married and started working the garden I was both cack-handed and idealistic, with visions of an urban paradise clearly out of the reach of either […]

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