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Under African Skies by Jini Reddy
England was the country of my birth, but my parents, who were of Indian descent, were born in South Africa.
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The Blasted Heath: loss and lawlessness in Middlesex by Jon Woolcott
Amongst a tangle of roads, a little blue sign declares a bike path: “Heathrow Airport: ½ mile.” Who on earth rides to Heathrow? Today, I do.
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Anthropocene TV by Adam Scovell
A sense of collapse more than change is at the heart of many of these dramas, perhaps suggesting that the melodramatic turn of such environmental catastrophe has made it seem too big, incomprehensible or unsolvable to avert.
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A Year in Kingcombe by Anita Roy: September
The world was alive, rushing and swooping along with the last three swifts of summer like skipping stones across a green and storm-tossed sea.
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New poetry by Raine Geoghegan
Patrin – leaves, to be tied up and left on trees by the roadside to let family know which way the wagons went.
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A Peck of Dirt by Tim Dee
Paul saw his moment. He pressed the launch button and the net cannoned over the gulls. They lifted as one as soon as it rose above them.
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Coal Measures by Paul Evans
What dies in the coal forest falls into the water: horsetails, tree ferns, dragonflies and crocodiles rot under the surface of the swamp.
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A Year in Kingcombe by Anita Roy: August
The hottest, driest June on record had simply extended unbroken into July…
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Footprints by Tim Hannigan
This was absolutely the countryside. The spinneys and fields had names, even if no mapmaker had ever thought to seek them out.
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Four new poems: Robert Ford, Mark Haworth Booth, Garry Mackenzie, Oliver Southall
New poetry by Robert Ford, Mark Haworth Booth, Garry Mackenzie and Oliver Southall Spit, by Robert Ford Inches only beyond where the ripe green of the dune-edge peters out, contour lines…
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Heart of Oak by Dexter Petley
1 Family Trees One September morning, I woke to find that most of the trees in the forest around me had been spray-painted with those dreaded red rings of the oak hunter,…
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An interview with Helen Jukes
Helen Jukes’ debut book A Honeybee Heart has Five Openings was published last week. Here she speaks to Michael Malay about what it means to keep bees, to be kept by them, and…
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