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How to Paint a Ditch by Hugh Dunford Wood
We all pass through, for a Holloway is not quite of this world.
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Hope’s Photos
Hope is now 8 years old and we think she’s got a lovely way of noticing the wildlife around her.
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Shap to Plumgarths by David Banning
a song scattering a trail of columns and façades throughout the north of England.
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Chorus by James Roberts
A pink-headed fruit dove has just opened its eyes and uttered a soft, almost inaudible hoo.
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Field notes from an African anthropologist by JC Niala
The ladybirds have crossed a boundary and boundaries are the demarcations of belonging.
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Where are you really from? by Louisa Adjoa Parker
Racism is everywhere. It spreads like a pandemic, is passed down the generations like an heirloom.
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Flower Grace by Philip Strange
I saw the grace of the butterfly and how, in turn, it lends this grace to the flower.
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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![]()
From Here: Meet Becca, from Bridport
I soon became familiar with a sense of alienation after various experiences of being singled out and discriminated towards because of my race.
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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![]()
From Here: Meet Sinéad, from Dorchester
People of Colour enjoy nature like everyone else. We love going to the beach and going for countryside walks.
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From Here: Meet Martha, from the Cotswolds
I’ve lived in the city for ten years now in a community that feels like home but a landscape that doesn’t.
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