Clew I It turns out you can get lost anywhere. English garden, broad daylight, walk into a maze; find yourself, midlife, circling your childhood years….
The Woman who Married the North Sea You know what they say about older men. Experienced. He was a Viking; bold, black as a conger…
Temporary Accommodation She crouches in the crawl space underneath some plywood half-fallen against a muddle of abandoned breezeblocks, waits in the small, dry hollow her…
Dust An open window, the scent of rain thick and sweet on tarmac. In every drop, you say, a piece of dust; beneath our bed…
Hearth Peter, Magdalena, their fourteen children, heads bowed over mieliepap, give thanks to Ons Heer for the dry cave and the warm breath of their…
Hastati They flicker to attention, a shoal switchblading, blinking at bellowed orders, nervous in anticipation of the wrong-foot or a stumbled halt. Among the new…
Taking my Echo He leaves me to undress, apologising when the gown is torn, lays me on my side, plumped on cotton pillows, smears my…
Andrew Forster reading some of his poetry for the Flambard Poetry Prize event in the Percy Building. This event took place on 28th November 2016.
Linda France reading some of her poetry for the Flambard Poetry Prize event in the Percy Building. This event took place on 28th November 2016.
Bernadette McAloon reading some of her poetry for the Flambard Poetry Prize event in the Percy Building. This event took place on 28th November 2016.
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