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Places of Poetry: Evensong by Jen Hadfield
Child, whatever weather is our hellish hand-me-down to you,
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Places of Poetry: Caernarfon by Gillian Clarke
Twelve-eighty-two, a hundred crow-miles south,
they killed Llywelyn, while kite and raven
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Places of Poetry: STONE CIRCLE by Will Harris
poets liken things to other things which can lessen them because a thing likened is less singular
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Coming Home by Hugh Tucker
…the road folded across the crest of the hills like metal beaten over an anvil.
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The Language of “Issues” by Narendra
That which is without promise is evil and dwells in darkness…
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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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