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A Pink and A Blue Field and A Form by Mark Goodwin
we stride across
a snow-rosy
crust our steps
January 6, 2022
Poetry, The Clearing
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
illustration, Poetry, The Clearing
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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