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Ash Tree by Chris Poundwhite

Myth in its fibres, wood made word; the fissured bark
of Yggdrasil, world-tree, tree of Ask –
February 11, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
Three Poems by Claire Crowther

Three new poems by Claire Crowther.
January 21, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
On Extinction by Tim Ingold

Extinction is for others, not for us. We’ll never know
What words turned out to be our last, what steps we took
Into the abyss.
November 29, 2018
Poetry, The Clearing
Words of Life by Nicholas Evans

The reach of faunal extinction, out into places that are seemingly still untouched by industry, agriculture or urbanisation, has struck me at a number of places where I have carried out linguistic fieldwork.
November 28, 2018
Essay, Poetry, The Clearing
supper song, a new poem by Holly Corfield Carr

a call, a choral, a corral,
a mud midwife, en caul
for luck, for luc, a fluke
of light uphill, an appel,
October 17, 2018
Poetry, The Clearing
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.
September 18, 2018
Podcast, Poetry, The Clearing
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…
August 14, 2018
Poetry, The Clearing
New Poems by Eleanor Rees, Tim Cresswell & Ralph Pite

The stone is not inert / but processing the darkness, turning it back into
light, / light turning back into dark…
May 30, 2018
Poetry
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
May 7, 2018
Poetry
One Place — Poetry by Jane Routh

‘When you know a place lifelong, you’ve no need of maps;
every name has its shapes and its feel underfoot:
Helks, Jacksons Pasture, Perry Moor – even the fields
have names: Robins Close, Parrocks Meadow.’
April 9, 2018
Poetry
New Poems from Mike Barlow

When it rains in the hills the river down here
sings a wild song, foams at the mouth,
twists its tongue on the messages it brings,
keeps us in our place.
March 12, 2018
Poetry
A poem by Stephen Watts

Stephen Watts has published numerous collections, including ‘Ancient Sunlight’ (2014) and Republic of Dogs / Republic of Birds (2016).
January 8, 2018
Poetry, The Clearing