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Happy the Man by Gareth Evans
Happy the man who hears no birds above the clamour of his false words
January 15, 2021 -
Birds of Firle by Tanya Shadrick
Twenty-one rooks printed and stuck into that fifty-pence notebook. To be offered in turn to anyone, anywhere, who would write back with their thoughts.
December 30, 2020 -
Sand by Ann Lingard
So, for many organisms, the answer is to live within the sand, or to move freely on top of it when the tide is in, or to engineer it to make a home.
December 14, 2020 -
Placing the Mark, Marking the Place by B. G. Nichols
Over time, I began to transfer my little votives from one place to another, creating invisible filaments, lines of organic energy that connected me to a place.
December 7, 2020 -
A Rewilding Diary by Emily Warner
My work in Glen Affric has also been a tale of collaboration: friends, field-assistants and family giving themselves wholly to my fieldwork for chunks of time.
November 30, 2020 -
Walking boots and binoculars by George Hassall
These moors are Britain’s wet deserts, drowned by rain pretty much every day and howled by the winds.
November 25, 2020 -
Seasonal Disorder by Martin Maudsley
But letting go is not the same as losing something. Without the wind in my sails I was helplessly, horribly becalmed. Like the songbirds in summer, I’d lost my voice, and the world around me changed its tune.
November 21, 2020 -
The Emboughered by Dickie Straker
Last night, I rambled through memory paths, leaf litter, the sounds of dawn and dusk and the spicy aroma of autumn, of carp slime, beech mast and silt.
November 10, 2020 -
To Spot an Otter by Elspeth Wilson
It asks what it means if the nature cure doesn’t apply to you? Does that mean you can’t be cured?
November 6, 2020 -
TREE: Living Near Woods by Gill Horitz
When words were no longer on the tip of my mother’s tongue one of the first to go was ‘tree’.
November 6, 2020 -
TREE: Sometimes a Moon by Jane Routh
The summer view of the hills is filtered through its green leaflets, just beginning to yellow as I write this at the beginning of October.
November 2, 2020 -
TREE: Life Cycle by Ruth Bradshaw
The amorphous, anonymous mass of tangled greenery that I have too often ignored on previous visits to the woods begins to take on a new significance.
November 2, 2020
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THE CLEARING is an online journal published by Little Toller Books that offers writers and artists a dedicated space in which to explore and celebrate the landscapes we live in. Our contributors are encouraged to go forth and find distinctive visions that startle us, rural or urban, modern or prehistoric, industrial, post-industrial, fantastical, natural, political, however they come. But each must be meaningful, surprising, felt.
Submissions
The editors welcome original submissions in all written, audio and visual genres. Submission should reflect The Clearing/Little Toller’s concern with the natural environment, but within this broad subject-matter we encourage a diversity of interpretation and approach.
If you’d like to submit work to The Clearing, please email theclearing@littletoller.co.uk . While we receive many submissions we will get back to you as soon as we are able.