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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Backwater Boy by Manoel de Barros (translated by Malcolm K McNee)

My grandpa courted the solitude.
He was a bouquet of lonesomeness.

September 27, 2021

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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Vanish by Kathy Miles

Maps are useless now, in a world of blinded
signs. Mountains pull up roots, drift away
to the vanishing point like wandering erratics.

September 20, 2021

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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Escaping Ophelia by Richard Taylor

Abduction from a dream takes time tugging,
as love does

September 13, 2021

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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Last Gilt by Menna Elfyn

In her spell on the air, on a wing, fierce rain.
Breath soared over clouds, crossing time as in heaven

September 1, 2021

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Five New Poems by Julith Jedamus

Standing by road and railway,
you flaunt your modesty, wave
dirty handkerchiefs at bankers
and brides

July 19, 2021

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New poetry by Andrew Forster

Up the beach a sandstone wall, crumbling
to pinkish powder, is reclaimed by tide
and weather.

May 10, 2021

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Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley

Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
to the shrine of St Wite.

April 12, 2021

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New poems by Graham Mort

There are the red cattle, woken
from a cave painting, daubed
with red clay into an old religion

February 19, 2021

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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

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Red Lady by Baz Nichols

with arms outstretched
the ochre dressings of bones
decline in wave-cut arches

August 25, 2020

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Dear White West Country People by Louisa Adjoa Parker

We’ve watched the same cattle, heads bent to the grass
Stood by the same sea, that sheet of blue glass

August 11, 2020

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You Came To Me by Autumn Richardson

I feel you as a current
as dark, as sinuous, as
a cormorant slipping through
the belly of the sea

July 20, 2020

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