A poem by Elinor Clark about the traumatic loss of a much-loved sister, re-creation and recovery
To access this content, you must be a subscriber to New Welsh Review. Subscribe today Existing subscribers, log in to view this content.

Theory and Design in the Age of Innocence

Alex Barr

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17


We walked to a tree. The sun through its leaves and branches was warm on my skin. We looked at one of the things hanging on it. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘fin …

Read more