Tag / davina quinlivan
Watermark by Davina Quinlivan
I stand on the threshold to her flat and watch myself close the door.
March 21, 2025Wool, a short essay by Amelia Hodsdon
Once upon a time, sheep in the fields here, in their sheepcots on the wolds, were the source of fortunes.
October 5, 2023Threads, a community poem
Red, it’s my colour,
the cuffs rippling in the wind,
Hung lazily off an arm.
September 8, 2023Shalimar, an extract, by Davina Quinlivan
Hepworth carved a Burmese Baby from the blackest wood, silent and shining. She conjured him with her own hands.
March 24, 2022Davina Quinlivan at Stanfords, Bristol
Davina Quinlivan reading from and talking about Shalimar
January 25, 2022
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THE CLEARING is an online journal published by Little Toller Books that offers writers and artists a dedicated space in which to explore and celebrate the landscapes we live in. Our contributors are encouraged to go forth and find distinctive visions that startle us, rural or urban, modern or prehistoric, industrial, post-industrial, fantastical, natural, political, however they come. But each must be meaningful, surprising, felt.
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