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Dear Kadu by Pam Zinneman-Hope
At the beach we hunt
among Jurassic clays and shales
scanning and sifting the Charmouth shingle,
searching the shoreline.
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Return to the Banyan Tree by Chandra Ganguly
Some friends of mine here in the West seem to make do. They make South Indian filter coffee at home, they grind rice and dal and make dosas and idlis.
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Summer Bells and Rain by Virginia Astley
The trees are moving in a strange way, like pantomime trees with actors in them who, at any minute, might leave and head across to somewhere else.
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Rebecca and the many Ghosts of Menabilly by Gemma Elise
With my parents and my grandparents, we played French cricket and pétanque and frisbee.
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Seven Romanesque Churches by Alex Woodcock
Alex Woodcock, author of King of Dust, takes us on a tour of seven unmissable Romanesque Churches.
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A Chiffchaff Sings by Martin Maudsley
And I thought to myself:
He has seen nearly a century of seasons –
Fresh flowers, leathery leaves, ripe fruit.
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A Year of Cows by S. V. Morgan (Part One)
I move among them, barely disturbing them now. I have become a kind of familiar.
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Six New Poems by Daril Bentley
The profession and art of direction
as by flash of fish in the sea.
How flawless synchronized swimming
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Lost Gardens: a time traveller’s itinerary by Fiona Davison
I spend my time diving into accounts of old gardens and, more often than not, these gardens have not survived the passage of time intact.
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The Sensory Attunement Coracle by Ryan Powell
Each spring a coracle king or queen would be chosen through a lottery and this person given to the river as a symbolic offering.
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Granite is the hardest word by Jennifer Hunt
Granite stacks surround these islands, shape-shifting with the tide.
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Circling Home by Laura Parker
Encircled by magic. No wonder the land has held me in its thrall.
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