Lizzie Bickerstaff

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  • Jun 18, 2026
    At dawn, the corncrake is practicing its crex crex call. The pewit answers in stilted beeps. Summer’s ooze filters through the early haze, flattening the crofts into gouache....
  • Mar 26, 2026
    ‘April is the cruellest month.’1 It is 1922, and the world has been abruptly roused to the modernist wreckage of the Western Front. How could April be anything but...