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Archive > Vol. 14 no. 1

 

Jen Hadfield

Nigh-No-Place

 

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts. . .
                     — The Tempest

I will meet you at Pity Me Wood.
I will meet you at Up-To-No-Good.

I will meet you at Stank, Shank and Stye.
I will meet you at Blowfly.

I will meet you at Low Spying How.
I will meet you at Salt Pie.

I will meet you at Coppertop.
I will meet you at Scandale Bottom.

I will meet you at Crackpot Moor.
I will meet you at Muker. 

I will meet you at Dirty Piece.
I will meet you at Booze, Alberta.

I will meet you at Bloody Vale.
I will meet you at Hunger Hill.

I will bring you to New Invention.
I will bring you to Lucky Seven.

I will bring you from Shivery Man.
I will bring you to The Lion and Lamb.

I will bring you to the North Light.
I will bring you to Quiet-The-Night.

I will bring you to Hush.
I will bring you to Hungry Hushes. 

I will bring you to Grace, Alberta.
I will bring you to Nigh-No-Place.

I will meet you at Two O’Clock Creek.
Will you go with me?