‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall

    The porous bag sliced through. Sediment gathered in the corners. We upend the pieces into the lid and bottom. We shift through them, panning for edges, corners. We kneel on the green felt kings use to play chess and peer at each piece; inscrutable, divine, mysterious. The gradations, lines, shadings, out of place – the edges connect, the real work begins. Some pieces … Continue reading ‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall