Category: Richard ‘Dingo’ Dingwall

RICHARD ‘DINGO’ DINGWALL We made our way down from the hills. The taste, lost, somewhere, amid dense undergrowth and loose stones. Distant drumming, gradually ceding to the mutterings of unreasonable mirrors. No...

RICHARD ‘DINGO’ DINGWALL who sprinkle di chicken blood pon four corners, who mek belt from measure, who grow pon river hip knowing word for word, the lullabies of brailled water, who step hot, an heavy with di blood of...