Loading cart contents...
NEW & FORTHCOMING BOOKS
LIMITED EDITION PRINTS
LATEST FROM THE CLEARING
New Poems by Eleanor Rees, Tim Cresswell and Ralph Pite
The stone is not inert / but processing the darkness, turning it back into
light, / light turning back into dark…
A Year in Kingcombe: May
I walked along the lane leading up to the Wessex Ridgeway, the way I’d come in January. The trees had lost the sharp distinction of winter, and even the crisp pointillism of early spring had given way to a kind of blurring – a soft wash of green.
Dustsceawung by Ben Egerton
After her mother dies she thinks it good to dig her plot:
nineteen metres by thirteen, and given
over to goosegrass and offcuts of carpet, tucked
in the far corner of the allotments
Entanglement by Christopher Nicholson
There came the point when the secateur blades were within an inch of the antlers, which in the poor light seemed as grey as the honeysuckle. Then the roebuck had had enough. In one convulsive movement it flung itself into the air and broke free. It hurtled away, crashing downhill, disappearing into the darkness of the trees.
SUBSCRIPTIONS
