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Moon Palace, An Inuit Story of Transformation by Martin Shaw
The only thing up there was a Moon Palace, where she made her home.
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Western Red Cedar and Spruce Sapling by Amory Abbott
This month Little Toller publishes Paul Kingsnorth’s new book, Savage Gods. For this series on The Clearing Paul invited poets, writers and artists from around the world to respond in their own…
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Indefinite by Nina Lyon
A few miles down the Wye from where it snakes away beneath the Dragon’s Back, there is a stretch of pebble beach.
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The Eternal Roar of the Dragon by Andreas Kornevall
This dark reptile, which we still see in storms, lightning and seething whirlpools, rises to the heavens or sinks to the roots of the Tree of Life.
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Transformation as Homecoming by Charles Foster
Alex was a merchant banker. One weekend, egged on by a new girlfriend who, bafflingly, had refused to sleep with him, he went off to a country house in the English Home Counties.
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My Plan by Paul Kingsnorth
I’m a writer, and to me this has always been a calling, a duty. It’s always been my guiding light, my personal mythology.
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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.)
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Beyond by Peter Reason and Sarah Gillespie
I cannot go to bed while the world is full of such haunting beauty, this twilight poised between day and night.
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Six New Poems by Chris Waters
the bright, beckoning constellations encoded within the egg-shell dome of your skull.
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Good Person by Melissa Harrison
I am a good person. I watched Blue Planet II and I agree with Extinction Rebellion.
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Iceland’s Green Mantle by Nancy Campbell
On that visit I learned that weather makes it perilous to explore the mountainous Tröllskagi region in winter.
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Birdsong by Jay Griffiths
If I offered my notation, birds seem to sing the names of composers (particularly Russian) – Straviiinski, Straviiinski, or Tchaíkovski, Tchaíkovski, Tchaí! Sometimes chirping Tippett, Tippett, Tippett then calling low and sweet Keeats, Keeats, Keeats.
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