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Two new poems by Mark Waters
An ocean swells in the sockets of my eyes.A tidal wave rolls unseen between my bony coast of ribs.(all that caged water I call my heart and lungs and vital organs.)
June 26, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
Six New Poems by Chris Waters
the bright, beckoning constellations encoded within the egg-shell dome of your skull.
June 10, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
Six Ashdown Forest Poems by Siân Thomas
From Crowborough to gorse is a few minutes’ journey to the past,
April 29, 2019
Poetry, The Clearing
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
Under a Gooseberry Bush; more new poems 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